“Perhaps you should just go offline entirely, just shut it all down, go sit on the stoop or walk outside the office and stroll down to the park and sip a coffee or a fine scotch or perhaps imported laudanum, and remember.”
– from Mark Morford’s wonderful column for yesterday.

Really, it’s not a bad idea in general.


Last night, coming home from a nice dinner in the south bay with friends, it was dark, I was right on time to return my car to the City CarShare lot, and I was remembering. I was remembering a sweet face and gentle words last weekend and an email this afternoon about stressful events. The lights were green and I kept going past the lot, past my neighborhood, north and then west, until I entered the darker woods in the city. I kept going through fog, down curvy roads, across damp grass, through the dark house, until he was in my arms and there were kisses and everything was instantly right with the world.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may…

Heh, and lest the somber tone of the end of that poem alarm you, bear this one in mind:

Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief! who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in.
Say I’m weary, say I’m sad;
Say that health and wealth have miss’d me;
Say I’m growing old, but add-
Jenny kiss’d me.

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Dinah from Kabalor

Author. Discardian. GM. Current project: creating an inclusive indie fantasy ttrpg

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