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Warm breezy afternoon walk with the headphones and I saw the first tree with blossoms of the season. Simple white and pink inspired a lot of internal zen and all the brain's interior mirrors turned on and before long it was hot tears on my face that probably looked like sweat to everyone else.
A scant 33% of the year over with, and so much reality deposited itself into my skull and I'm learning about all of those consequences. I suppose after taking such a big risk after so long in dormancy, failing was a big coup de grace that won't leave the ledges of my shoulder speaking into my ear about the dangers of trying. But I recently made a promise to myself to stop giving up, and I intend on honoring that.
I'm going to New York this afternoon for a few days. Nothing compares with the refreshing taste of another place's air. And nothing compares with the thought of seeing Bjork on Wednesday. However, no matter what the moment I'm in, I am forever simultaneously loaded and depleted. Perhaps that is today's thesis.