I feel bad about my ‘socials’ habit. I’m told it’s not my fault. The algorithms are set up that way. Intentionally addictive. There’s always just one more. Scroll scroll scroll along, very unmerrily, and then inevitably forget the damn thing I wanted to post in the first place. I have one Read more
Pandemic days. Every day is not the same. That is a myth perpetrated by nostalgia. I’ve clocked many hours on Zoom (a platform I knew nothing about 8 weeks ago). I wonder if the blue light protection in my glasses is diminished every time I clean the lenses. Thoughts ricochet Read more
“I start at 6:00. Sharp.” She said., “Life happens, I get it, but if you’re chronically late you have to look at that.” There were ten of us in the room but I was pretty convinced she was talking to me. It was 6:10 when I squeezed through the door, Read more