My choices tend towards the screwy. Why not, for example—during a brief and intense era of squinting and straining to SEE ANYTHING AT ALL, when the most recent actual fantasy in my actual dreams is about BUYING READING GLASSES, and when my daughter has run off with my regular glasses and can’t or won’t remember where she put them— why not, right now, decide to start reading psychoanalytic papers in PDF format on the tiny blue-light hell-scape of my phone’s pinched and blaring screen?
What is it that makes makes sausage taste SO GOOD ...until you see what goes into the making of it? Harkening back to a piece about mixed metaphors, Send In The Clowns seemed an astonishing journey through the sausage-making factory of creative writing (or parenting?) with sufficiently complex description to throw any reasoning person off-track utterly disoriented yet arriving at the (an?) intended treat of the most delicious sausage one could imagine! 🫣 🥰
I love this sentence so much. “ They got to have their own careening, blooming, inconvenient, lively subjectivities too.”
Sometimes I find myself saying “no” to my twins as a knee-jerk reaction when an improvisational “yes and” approach is so much more life-giving.
...OR, sometimes the world is best viewed in a blur?
What is it that makes makes sausage taste SO GOOD ...until you see what goes into the making of it? Harkening back to a piece about mixed metaphors, Send In The Clowns seemed an astonishing journey through the sausage-making factory of creative writing (or parenting?) with sufficiently complex description to throw any reasoning person off-track utterly disoriented yet arriving at the (an?) intended treat of the most delicious sausage one could imagine! 🫣 🥰