September 29, 2021
Desire, Strife, (Re)mediation
In the past month and a half I’ve found my writing rhythm, more or less uninterrupted since August of last year, a bit altered. So rather than let my more structured side guilt my largely improvisational half over it — the two aren’t that even a split anyway, and with endless corridors in between — I just rolled with it and gave myself permission to not be as in stroke with the forecasts and transit reflections.
