Our minds of encyclopedia, beings testing every sense, our past-present-and-future
gone for a walk. We carry the mass of Christianity, the shadows of
Enlightenment, entry of Everything today. So what are 24 hours? What’s a diary
entry? At the end of the day (businessman’s cliché) we report varying weather,
curvaceous conversations, restorative meals. Entry to club, church, museum,
arena. Entry not so predictable to thoughts’ delight, daring, doubt. We look at
what we might admit but do not commit to paper: unfulfilled desires,
half-finished plans, abandoned ideas. What’s April? Still so little done, and
we must sit with that, ourselves.
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