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the other day, my long-lost first-cousin-once-removed appeared. he's my age, and named like my brother, max. he regaled us with tales of india, china, diamond smuggling, vector proofs, time, modal jazz, our estranged extended family, and the tao. we siblings read an absurdist play together.
my feeling of exaltation at the blue sky i can see here grows. even at night. there's something in the next room. it creaks metallically. i felt a deep sigh well up in me as i received my first coffee from the peet's around the corner. they remembered me. everyone i've seen recently has been friendly. as we head towards this economic depression, there's not a damp eye in sight. i ran into joy - who i once had a long phone conversation with about hugs and then messed up the next time i saw her in person - and got a great big proper hug from her. a dog i was introduced to, who has a proclivity for disliking people, took to me right away, for no reason at all. and max, my mostly-cousin, apparently informed my family that my own band was playing better than the guys we'd seen at Yoshi's the night before.
i've been telling people: last weekend, i went to a social justice conference, and the weekend before that i went to one. i feel almost informed for the first time in a very long time. and even all those people were friendly.
i don't always savor these times, but i think i should, now.
my feeling of exaltation at the blue sky i can see here grows. even at night. there's something in the next room. it creaks metallically. i felt a deep sigh well up in me as i received my first coffee from the peet's around the corner. they remembered me. everyone i've seen recently has been friendly. as we head towards this economic depression, there's not a damp eye in sight. i ran into joy - who i once had a long phone conversation with about hugs and then messed up the next time i saw her in person - and got a great big proper hug from her. a dog i was introduced to, who has a proclivity for disliking people, took to me right away, for no reason at all. and max, my mostly-cousin, apparently informed my family that my own band was playing better than the guys we'd seen at Yoshi's the night before.
i've been telling people: last weekend, i went to a social justice conference, and the weekend before that i went to one. i feel almost informed for the first time in a very long time. and even all those people were friendly.
i don't always savor these times, but i think i should, now.