…to be one of those nights, as the saying goes. Tonight, I feel very much inclined to take the easy road, but the narrow gravel switchbacks with brittle crumbling edges seem to keep presenting themselves. Drafts keep piling up on top of my posts, spoiling my view of work I have already completed–vexing me at every turn.
…post interfaces, I found myself flipping the last (Xerex) sequence and starting another sonnet. I felt lazy today, and for some reason, that often causes me to appear industrious–even to myself.