Collecting broken mirrors and bringing them home when no one is awake to see. Roomfuls of reflections each scattering a different truth. Mending spiderweb cracks by hand with mercury and surgical masks. Quiet introspection and carefully cataloged behaviors. Startling epiphanies in the middle of the afternoon. The sudden, proto-zen realization that the Beginning Place is a distant, esoteric memory. Slowly compressing the sides of the consonance triangle. Becoming the routine-- without being defined by it.
11:33 a.m. - 2018-08-13
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