for the ways life comes undone in a sudden hush, than it is to sit still within another hard stop. To swallow the acceptance of a new grief. To fill open; unmoored in awareness of the thinness of our individual consequence. A few weeks ago after getting laid off I went on a run down to the Lake. I sat in the middle of the Oak Street beach pier, facing the skyline, and I wondered, not for the first time, whether this city was trying to kill me. Whether I was being broken open or breaking? Because it’s easier to make meaning out of sadness, than it is to keep writing on pages that can be taken or turned at any moment.
It's Easier to Blame Saturn
It's Easier to Blame Saturn
It's Easier to Blame Saturn
for the ways life comes undone in a sudden hush, than it is to sit still within another hard stop. To swallow the acceptance of a new grief. To fill open; unmoored in awareness of the thinness of our individual consequence. A few weeks ago after getting laid off I went on a run down to the Lake. I sat in the middle of the Oak Street beach pier, facing the skyline, and I wondered, not for the first time, whether this city was trying to kill me. Whether I was being broken open or breaking? Because it’s easier to make meaning out of sadness, than it is to keep writing on pages that can be taken or turned at any moment.