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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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July
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- Hopefully This Wednesday is a Dip Day Not a Hump Day
- Even A Mundane Summer Day Always Includes Some Uni...
- Editing.
- Driving Slow
- Hipsters and Inconvenient Mice
- Minivan Caravans to Hipster Galleries
- Some Thursdays Are Full of Regret.
- Gentle Breeze; Sunshine; Seventy-Four Degrees.
- Grilling, Friends, Concert, Outdoors: Does It Get ...
- Moments With Small Animals
- Getting Ready and Going Nowhere
- Complicated Day
- Leisure Time Is Practically Killing Us
- Mish Mash
- Lots To Do
- Disappointment on a Relaxed Day
- Mounds and Mounds of "Chinese" Food
- The Problems of Wholesomeness
- Redding Up Round Here
- Digging In
- Going Home
- The Grand Finale
- The Big Picture
- Dug No Coal. All Sunshine.
- Celebrating Together
- The Day Before & The Day After
- Mom's Birthday
- The End of Chicago
- Chicago!
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