20 June 2025
Considering my view of solitude at 32. Corners at 90s birthday parties and sitting behind those holding controllers and silent in a choir on stage and omniscient atop a slide as everyone else scatters back to class at the sound of the bell. Or on a mound. Making a conscious choice to embrace that vantage since it doesn't seem to be going anywhere no matter how far I think it may recede. Felt like that granted some permissions to access a deeper sea where the sediment of those solitary memories can mix with the formal stuff I'm pursuing; that morphology I mentioned. A place where I can declutter reality into something shaped more like the jelly of years.