Wednesday, October 28, 2015

72: exactly 100 vague words in one take, not edited



What happened today was not a coincidence. I got a block of rock or ice in my chest as thick as me, from front to back, from collarbone to diaphragm, a brick of anger. I am hoping that there is a phenomenon akin to global warming, but not harmful, that will melt this glacier into clinky ice cubes in a cool drink. Maybe raindrops will seep into the rock and freeze in a kind iceage and break it to bits. Whichever way it goes, forces beyond my control need to step in and help. And they will. They are. Amen.

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