Meandered to Millenium Park, the Lego Store, & the mac store. The kids loved the train ride home, growing increasingly wild and happy as we neared our destination of Grand Rapids.
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.
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...