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2013-01-15 - 9:03 p.m.

from its own substance into another

there was a bruise-colored sunset over the park-and-ride, and then the darkness folded in around the streetlights. i sat in the driver's seat with the windows down until it started to rain.

push back against the night, and eventually it will recede.

* * *

reading: strange as this weather has been, by ann pancake. this is a lucid and well-crafted first novel. dialect is treated with a light hand, and the characters negotiate a delicate balance between being people with voices and placeholders for ideas.
listening to:
working on: being a person. why does this take so much work, anyway?
in the garden: the first yellow crocuses are up and blooming.

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