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Monday
Jun102019

Kij Johnson

I feel strangely free at such times. To behave properly is to be always courteous, always clever, and subtle and elegant. But now, when I am so alone, I do not have to be any of these things. 
For this moment, I am wholly myself, unshaped by the needs of others, by their dreams or expectations or sensibilities. 
But I am also lonely. With no one to shape me, who stands here, watching the moon, or the stars, or the clouds?

Happiness is the pleasantest of emotions; because of this, it is the most dangerous. Having once felt happiness, one will do anything to maintain it, and losing it, one will grieve.

Adventures are what happens when an event is flawed, a mark of imperfection.

Love and memory and thought and dream ~
My favorite poems have never been written in words.

Waiting required a future to wait for: a falsehood. I know now that there is only now. I remember things that happened months (or what is years?) ago: old -worn-out nows. The future happens, but it is always shaped from a series of nows.

We ascribe meanings because it is our nature to do so..We can no more see a thing without searching for a meaning than we can see a snag in a robe without pulling on the loose thread.


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