Where the Prints Live for Now
Three weeks ago I brought two prints home from the framing shop and propped them against the kitchen wall. Not on the windowsill, there is no room there, and they are too large fo…
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A life, written out loud.
Elena Hartwell's journal. Started in a UNC dorm in 2007. Still going.
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Hour Eight Posture
September eleventh. There is a particular quality of tired that only arrives around the eighth hour of a nine-hour shift, and it has nothing to do with drama. It's not acute. It's…
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The Hour That Time Forgot
September tenth. Simone said it on a Thursday two weeks ago and I have been turning it over since: 'the hour that time forgot.' She meant the break room at 2pm specifically, and s…
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Against the Wall, Still
September ninth. The prints have been leaning against the kitchen wall for three weeks. Not hung. Not placed. Not on the windowsill, not on the shelf above the stove, not anywhere…
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The Shadow Test
September ninth. Simone got a new phone. I know this because she spent the last twenty minutes of our post-climb wind-down not talking about the climb but about what the camera do…
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What the Leaning Means
September eighth. The prints have been against the kitchen wall for three weeks. Not propped with any intention, just leaning, the way something leans when you set it down to thin…
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The Pigeon Did Not Read the Room
September eighth. A pigeon landed on the kitchen windowsill at around twenty past seven this morning and stayed for what I later timed, in retrospect, as roughly four minutes. I k…
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The Corner Table Hour
September seventh. There is a specific kind of tired that only Tuesday evenings produce, and it is not the yoga tired or the walking tired or even the bouldering tired. It is the…
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Three Weeks Out
September sixth. I registered for a class. That sentence looks smaller on the page than it felt in the kitchen this morning, which is probably the right proportion for what it act…
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The Sentence in the Draft Folder
September sixth. The prints have been leaning against the kitchen wall for three weeks. Not propped dramatically, not forgotten, just leaning, the way something leans when you hav…
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