


Thanks Rachel! Now to buy a can of condensed milk.
Thursday, July 23
Tuesday, July 21
Orchestrating Escape Routes




It has been an eventful week (and weekend) that felt like months. Last night I dreamt of haunted clothes, tossed and turned most of the time and pulled myself to work. After all that has transpired last week, all I want to do is crawl underneath my thin blanket and pretend all is pretty and quiet and stale.
Monday began on a bad out-of-tune note, made rows of mistakes and spent hours camping at Starbucks trying to fix and mend things. Resuscitation.
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Wednesday, July 15
Fragile, Please Don't Break This

She came home from school and had lunch in her aunt's house. Your mother's not well, she said. The rest of the afternoon passed, and she did her homework and played computer games.
But her mother had gone hours before, while she was in school, maybe doing Math or Art and borrowing pencils from her classmate.
She then spent the night at her aunt's, and today morning she woke up still not knowing. Everything seems the same. Nothing has changed. Maybe today she'll go home and sleep in her own bed, play with her own toys. The grown ups are keeping it a lid-tight secret, at least until her father comes to get her. To shield and shelter them as the funeral plans are being carried out, they kept the children over at my house.
I see her and her younger sister running in joy in my living room, and I'm at a loss.
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Tuesday, July 14
Friday, July 10
365








Finally got around to scanning the photos from a roll of film I found a year after it was taken, of a warm afternoon walk through the city streets. Life was less awkward than it is now.
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Thursday, July 9
Exhale
It's always good to end on a high note. But that also makes leaving harder.
Read a little bit of Orwell today morning and it reminded me why I love the subject so much. I hope that'll be enough to keep me running for the next three months. Three months with new faces in a new place.
So much change and upheaval colliding at the same time. Afraid, but I choose optimism and rah-rah-rah.
Rehearsals for the short play fest begins tonight.
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