Originally Posted Friday, October 18, 2013
I cook, I read, I watch, I sleep, I dream. A week is gone, the time slipped not by but through me like a current. I seem to make no headway. Best to stay at anchor here until the tides change from ebb to flow. It is a romantic idea but it works, perhaps. That is a big "perhaps." The metaphor does not hold. The tide slips by a boat at anchor, not through it. Currents, too, are different from tides. A bad idea all around. What are the psychological physics of this picture? It seems that time runs through it like a. . . flows through, I mean.
The sun is up. There are chores I do not desire. Things to be done, decisions to make. I want nothing to do with any of it. I am happy just to cook, read, watch, sleep, dream.
(I even got the quotation wrong).
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