At my funeral, please just play T.Rex. When it gets late in the night, play the LCD Soundsystem songs that are a little sad, and then, if it feels right, let Bree start a dance party. Sweat and jump and sing the songs we like.… Read More
Sometimes I feel dizzy when I watch groups of people on bicycles, at least when they’re getting on the ferry. It never happens when I’m in that position myself. Vertigo exemption. When you’re on a bicycle on a boat you are grappling with three layers of movement, bike, sea, planet.… Read More
A scattered bit of bits. I am an old woman wearing a huge bag on her back, picking up little threads and stuffing them inside for later. I’m an aggregator of my own content. I’m a damaged archive.
– When you divide something in half, it becomes half, and each time it separates again it becomes half and half and half of what it was before.… Read More
Lately I’ve been struggling with the concept of memory. Or, I guess the lack of it, the blurriness of it, the impreciseness of it. And the guilt that comes bundled up in that. I don’t remember anything clearly, it’s all muddled together in one big mass, with what seems like entire years getting sifted out, or built over, by other years, other moments.… Read More