Juncture. Disjuncture.
Slipping through the margins between here and there, yesterday and tomorrow, sleep and restlessness.
About Me
- Isabel E
- I notice that most of my posts begin with apologizing for not posting more. I drink too much coffee, don't sleep enough, and am more likely to run into friends at the library than at the bar. Once upon a time, though, I had an exciting life that involved traveling all over the world and otherwise leaving the house. I intend to resume these things some day...
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That's our life, isn't it?
Is it?
Why don't I remember signing on that particular dotted line?
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