And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world. [Robert Frost]
Sometimes I think about my story. The story line, you might say. I was writing
earlier about how seriously and personally I’ve taken Life. I write to
understand myself. To see myself from a remove that I canNOT find staying
closed-up and tightly-wound.
The man who goes alone
can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till that other is
ready. [Henry David Thoreau]
I have often thought that I am simply NOT made for
relationships. I mean, the sort where you travel in pairs. Or live, staying at
home in one… I have enJOYed these relationships immensely, yet I find I’ve
flourished flying solo.
In these past 7 years of living alone, I have made a great
many changes. And several moves. Yet the thing that I never imagined could BE
is. I prefer this. I choose this. I want this. Such a surprise…
The only books that
influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little
farther down our particular path than we have yet got ourselves. [E. M. Forster]
Mmmmmmmm.
I love you, Currie
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