I’ll go to morning prayer and I will not go next week. A couple
times a month is enough. Yesterday I started a big paper and put a dab of blue
in the middle of a whole bunch of circles. I’m waiting to see what happens
next. Seeing the wasted people walk by to the liquor store while my creative,
productive, loving friends are both dying makes me have uncomfortable thoughts
about the meaning of life. It isn’t enough to be good.
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