Thursday

the why of it

1. birthdays are an arbitrary time to start something; my birthday is not today but is soon.
2.
3. sick.

(would like more of a justification, but am not an academic; would like to keep a diary but am not not conceptual.)

you can't see me,
you can't hear me.

(poem for helen keller)
(blogging announcement to kevin thurston in 3...2...1...now. wait, now.)

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