070123 eyes bleary but typed on the typewriter first thing. i like that. there. that’s one thing i like. my two windows looking out over trees, neighbors, and rooftops are another. the third thing? i’m awake, and alive, and get one more chance. i haven’t the luxury of engaging only during a crisis i have to embrace the quiet moments too, the feared emptinesses, the blind turns of the waterslide i’ve never slid down before