I’ve got other work to do, two baby books to make, a syllabus to finish and three and a half rooms to paint Gobi tan with long, strained arms, up and down, so this whole house will soon be looking more whole.  if you can imagine this, I’m here at Old City Java reimagining my life.  if you can imagine this, I’m entertaining new thoughts.  like grad school.  like the possibility of going somewhere, and getting to tell secrets again.  this is all very abstruse, but I want to feel impenetrable a little while longer.

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