I’m remembering, The unwritten life is fast food eaten standing up. A mindless conveyor motion of bits to mouth. Yet the primary ingredient of memory, I’m certain, is reflection. And the unwritten is the unreflected….
Posts tagged reflection
to wake up wondering
Oh. Creaky, rusty fingers. Of which I would prefer to point at the Himalayan monsoons in blame. But really, we all know, the real culprit is disuse. Blog content comes to me like the first…