QUOTE
“ I know I’m going to wake up with that empty feeling tomorrow morning. Ya know, that feeling that something terrible happened, but you had a full eight hours to dream it away. You go to stand, but you drop back down, reflect, accept. You make a choice right there. You can either stand up, leave the weight folded neatly at the bedside, to be glanced at every so often and to be put away at the right moment, or you can be its bedmate.
Tomorrow, I’ll leave it at the bedside. ”
— to a friend. in a quick frenzy of analogies, which are quickly becoming (or always have been) the way I express stuff.