Caveat: Tree #24

I’m not doing very well with posting interesting stuff.

I’m spending a lot of time with the moldy boxes my “studio” prepared to greet my return to Alaska. Sigh. I have a lot of “stuff” that’s hard to define. I’m stupid. I don’t get rid of stuff well. I attach little nostalgic memories to everything, reviewing these possessions later queues up those otherwise lost memories. I like that. It’s helps me maintain the narrative of my life. It can be any kind of possession – old t-shirts, knick knacks, notebooks on classes, from high school 10th grade geography to an undergrad class on astrophysics to a graduate seminar on 19th century Argentine literature. All sigh.

Here is a tree.


[daily log: walking, 2km]

Caveat: Poem #909

She asked, “How are you? Is it raining?”
“Yes! the rain occupies the air!”
“That leaves little room for sun.”
“But there are benefits.”
“Oh? Can you explain?”
“It makes a sound.”
“And that’s good?”
She frowned.