I have moved through the morning thinking I might find some writing time. It's not been that kind of morning.
The other night, when I couldn't sleep, I assembled this blog post. It's a look back through the week that just passed as I recorded Facebook posts, which are either exactly the same as my Twitter tweets or slightly longer.
In some ways, it feels like a post that is cheating. In other ways, I like the snapshot of life in these kinds of snippets. The abbreviated format reminds me of certain kinds of poetry, where the short length offers a distillation process.
Monday night, 3/16/2020, 9:30 p.m.
The other night, when I couldn't sleep, I assembled this blog post. It's a look back through the week that just passed as I recorded Facebook posts, which are either exactly the same as my Twitter tweets or slightly longer.
In some ways, it feels like a post that is cheating. In other ways, I like the snapshot of life in these kinds of snippets. The abbreviated format reminds me of certain kinds of poetry, where the short length offers a distillation process.
Monday night, 3/16/2020, 9:30 p.m.
Sunday afternoon, 3/15/2020
Saturday afternoon, 3/14/2020
Saturday morning, 3/14/2020
I find myself incredibly anxious at the idea that the public library might close indefinitely with no warning, even though I own plenty of books, read and unread, for just this very reason.
and just a bit earlier on 3/14/2020
Friday, March 13, 2020, 8 p.m.
Thursday, March 12, 2020 afternoon
Wednesday, March 11, 2020 afternoon
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