The Math Was Not Flattering
July thirtieth. It started because of a sandwich. Simone and I had fallen into this comfortable break-room habit, split something, split the cost, nobody thinks too hard about it.…
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The Morning Had No Agenda
July nineteenth. The light came in the way it only does in the second half of summer, not tentative anymore, just settled into its angle, like it has decided where it belongs and…
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The Notes Page Was Optimistic
July eighth. The break room has a south-facing window that does this thing in the middle of the day where the light lands exactly on the table surface and makes everything look mo…
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We Had a System
June twenty-seventh. The plan was solid. I want to be clear about that. We had a notebook. We had coffee. Simone had divided the material into sections with the kind of brisk effi…
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The Shape It Became
June sixteenth. I published the post on Sunday. It took about twenty minutes to write, which felt right, the draft-folder sentences had been sitting there since March, and by the…
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The Diagram Did Not Help My Case
June fifth. There is a paperback currently living in my bag that I picked up on a whim three weeks ago, one of those popular nonfiction books that promises to answer a question yo…
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The Tab Closed Itself
May twenty-fifth. I have read the class description four times now. I know this because I counted the browser tabs. It was never more than two open at once, I would close it, come…
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The Coffee Was Still Hot When I Sat Down
May fourteenth. I have now been at this kitchen table long enough that the coffee has gone cold twice. I reheated it the first time. The second time I just accepted it as a condit…
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The Lanyard Was Still On
May third. The shift ended and I sat in the break room for a few extra minutes because the light through the frosted window was doing something I didn't want to interrupt. A warm…
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The Rain Was Doing Something, So We Let It
April twenty-second. The rain couldn't make up its mind, which meant neither could we. We'd meant to do something else, or not meant to, exactly, but there had been a loose plan i…
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