The inclination as of late—in wisps, in gestures, in droplets—is to write. For myself—for those around me—the power, the magic and ritual of writing has been knocking in that proverbial sense. And it has been blatant and it has been subtle, but never has it been absent. Silent, present, cacophonous, present, gentle, present.
It occurs to me that there is a sort of... approach, as a plane approaches the time of descent, that occurs with/for me for/with writing. I wonder if it is possible to chart or even recognize this approach. I wonder if it matters.
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