one of the two Collard Trees. All that remains of things i personally bought, or planted.
when i was down to the Wall Garden, having walked through Campsite B, onto the road, down, i thought. Goats followed along, Puppy bounded ahead, Tay after her. It's wet. The road, Carefree Way is wet. Water pools. I can hear the soft song of a few tree frogs.
Because Julian has been sick, and because of difficulties in my daughter's world, i have had 3 days alone. Over the course of this last year, this is unusual. I have become accustomed to not being alone anymore. Because of who they are, that make me not alone, i have taken this in. But to be alone.
and what i have done is look for the sound of human voice. On radio. I'd forgotten radio. I listened to This American Life and followed that thread to a pod cast called Invisiblia. "Unforseeable forces control human behavior and shape our ideas, beliefs, and assumptions. Invisibilia…Latin for invisible things…fuses narrative storytelling with science that will make you see your own life differently" I listened to the pod cast…."What Do You Let In"
and as i finish Cloths and walk that walk down to the Wall Garden and feed Buck Goats and speak to Talkie and pet Puppy, the day to day players in the life i live now, this came:
I know i think too much. I always have. I was born that way.
This question: How do i know you know me? What makes me think you WANT to know me?
Why are either of those things important to me?
Solstice is soon. and then, my only real holiday, well maybe now, two of them, Puppy Day too, but New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve….what am i thinking? Who am I? What do i think about this space here, Windthread?
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