2017-07-24 - 3:22 a.m.
it gets worse or it gets better
in my dream, i am trying to catch a flight. separated from my luggage and my baby, delayed by security, lost in an infinite terminal maze, nothing is right.
i wake up into a panic attack. the baby is sleeping like an angel. i breathe, and unaccountably imagine myself gliding like a stone across a frozen lake.
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reading: i am halfway through frontier, by can xue. it feels like it is getting longer and longer.
listening to: elizabeth reian bennett, song of the true hand.
working on: running to keep up.
in the garden: nowhere is this more true than here.