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Wordgame: Cracks

Well I do have plenty of those. The parts things slip through. Blind spots. Oversights. Areas of complacency. But sometimes I can stare at a crack all day and not get any closer to figuring out how to fix it. Points of friction. Dust collectors. Bad fucking luck. That’s why we avoid them after all.… Read More »Wordgame: Cracks

Retrieve the fucks

Someone keeps stealing my fucks. I had a nice week of writing and running the week before last. And all those steps and all those words were pulling my life into order. And all that directed effort was coalescing into a sense of purpose. I was sleeping better, I was eating better, I was doing… Read More »Retrieve the fucks