Gerald Made a Decision
November second. Gerald dropped a leaf. One leaf. A single yellow one, perfect and flat, lying on the tile directly below the windowsill this morning. I found it when I came in fo…
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November third. I came into the kitchen at six-forty to make coffee and didn't leave the window corner until almost seven-fifteen. The prints are still leaning where they have bee…
Read the storyNovember second. Gerald dropped a leaf. One leaf. A single yellow one, perfect and flat, lying on the tile directly below the windowsill this morning. I found it when I came in fo…
Read entryNovember first. I walked the street again this morning. The whole thing, corner to corner, the way I've done it twice before, but today felt different in the way that things feel…
Read entryNovember first. Climbing was fine. The parking lot afterward was better. Simone had her fermentation crock in her bag. I don't know why I was surprised, she mentioned it two weeks…
Read entryOctober 31st. There is a crow on the fire escape. Has been for, I just checked, eleven minutes. I noticed him while I was waiting for the kettle and I have not moved from this spo…
Read entryOctober 31st. I have been standing at the kitchen wall in my socks for four minutes and I have not moved because the prints are doing something in the light and I want to see if I…
Read entryOctober 30th. I walked the street again this morning. Simone's street, the one she named at the end of a Tuesday session a few weeks ago, the one I wrote about that same evening b…
Read entryOctober 30th. The jar left my hand at almost exactly 7am and I watched it fall in a way that felt much longer than it was. There is a specific sound a glass jar makes on tile that…
Read entryOctober 29th. There is one sentence in the draft folder. It has been there since the morning the prints caught the light, the low, raking, October-specific light that comes in fro…
Read entryOctober 29th. I went back this morning. Just the street, the one Simone named at the end of a Tuesday session a few weeks ago, the one I walked once already and came home and wrot…
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