"If I could do just one near-perfect thing I'd be happy; they'd write it on my grave or when they scattered my ashes.
On second thought, I'd rather hang around and be there with my best friend if she wants me."
- Belle & Sebastian, "If She Wants Me" Dear Catastrophe Waitress.
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When Lynn found her great grandfather's diary, many of the entries read:
Dug Coal. Rained.
I suppose if my world demanded such work in such conditions, I too, may have grown terse.
Dug Coal. Rained.
I suppose if my world demanded such work in such conditions, I too, may have grown terse.
On the other hand, the artificial imposition of Two Sentences A Day seemed like exactly what's needed to satisfy my yearning to archive the daily flow of life.
To bookmark particular sensations and experience.
To leave a scar that I can return to be assured that I really was alive back then:
My life really did happen.
So for the last year I wrote two sentences a day.
These days I'm re-reading to see whether the archival urge and the reflexive urge together can do anything to heal my soul or shed insight across a tiny sliver of the world...
Some Representative Days
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October
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- ...And It's raining into the hole.
- Sunny Monday
- "Dressing Up" for Realty & Halloween
- Two Distinct Chapters
- A Rainy Inaugural Day
- Mid Fall Mundanities
- The Reflective Threads of Yesterday
- Documenting the Everyday Instead of the Particulars
- Most Days Are Just Regular Days
- Rhythm of Our Weeks
- A Day We Didn't Plan
- Course Prepping as A Highlight of the Day?
- When Nights Are Better Than Days
- Wednesday
- I Thought...But I Talked
- Inversion
- Good Stories, Good Day
- The Throughline Is Happiness
- An Even Trade
- The Mid Semester Whine
- Same Old Same Old
- Boo!
- Gender Trouble
- Beautiful Moments
- Flat & Interesting
- When Mom & Dad Came To Town
- Arts & Sciences
- Two Profound and Disjunctive Approaches to Vocation
- Beware the Enemies
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