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Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Bring Me a Little Water

Today is apparently a day for avoiding the fact that I am dry, that I cannot find the well, that I may have lost the well, that maybe I never had any well.  Even attempting the tricky, illogic of finding a path to the well is full of sidetracking, pitfalling, distracting (When did I care about the ideal non-ticking travel clock to put in my bathroom?  Why am I labeling the freshly ground peanut butter with its carb count for my daughter's type 1 diabetes?).  I have no faith that the thing I set out to do this morning will help.  Like the dream that fades before you roll out of bed, I had an idea that watching the Basquiat documentary might, might, I don't know what.  So instead of that I am here. Writing this.  When I need to drag my unbeliever to the woods.

Bring Me a Little Water, Sylvie