i've been reading
this book - it is several stories by a therapist about patients fighting difficult problems that each have something to do with death anxiety. hearing what therapists have to say about life leaves me with this intense feeling of mental vitality, and also a bit of an urge to flee pittsburgh and pursue such a career myself.
somewhat correspondingly, i'm trying to get into the habit of viewing walking/biking around as "intermissions", little holes in my time where i'm allowed to pause the show, as it were, and let nothing actually exist.