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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Three Hooks, One Coat, One Question
March seventh. The camera has been in the bag for four months, carried on walks, to the maker's market, through the whole back half of last year, and I have not used it once. Not…
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