The Walk Home Was the Interesting Part
June twenty-fifth. There was a date. I went on it. It was, by any reasonable measure, a perfectly fine evening, good restaurant, easy conversation, no uncomfortable silences or mo…
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The Pigeon Had an Agenda
June fourteenth. There was a pigeon on the fire escape this morning and I watched it for a long time. Not because it did anything. It did almost nothing, a slow quarter-turn, one…
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The Quarter Situation
June third. It was Simone's dryer. That is the important context. Her building's shared unit finally gave up sometime mid-week, and by Saturday she had a bag of laundry and a plan…
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The Measuring Standard I Didn't Know I Had
May twenty-third. There was a date. I am going to name that plainly because I spent the first two drafts of this tiptoeing around it, which is its own kind of information. A datin…
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Ten Seconds of Just Standing There
May twelfth. Mother's Day. I am writing this having already cleaned the kitchen floor, which I want noted for the record. This morning I was making toast. Nothing ambitious, bread…
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The Part I Didn't Hear
May first. Thursday. I left work about twenty minutes later than I meant to and got to the bus stop just in time to sit down next to an argument that was already in progress. I do…
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The Tea Went Cold Twice
April twentieth. Easter. I had a plan for this morning, which is always where the trouble starts. The plan was: a real breakfast. Not the usual coffee-and-whatever, but an actual…
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What the Carrying Was For
April ninth. The cord is on the windowsill. It has been there since September 2022, which is longer than I usually let a thing sit anywhere without reassigning it. The shadow it m…
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The Tuesday I Went Somewhere Else Instead
March twenty-ninth. There is something I did not write about when it happened, which means it belongs here now, in the lag. It was a Tuesday, not a climbing Tuesday, which is the…
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The Shift Where Nothing Happened (Which Was the Thing)
March eighteenth. I worked an afternoon shift today, one of the mid-week ones where you go in knowing the rhythm before you arrive, the same sequence of tasks, the same check-ins,…
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