all the words matter.
It’s 8:45pm. I know because my phone buzzes, reminding me to brush my teeth. Begin winding down, Michaela. Begin acting as if nothing else needs to be added to and crossed off today’s list, the one you’ve made as the minutes tick by, the one where every item has been assigned the three stars of…
am i still working on this proposal? because i didn’t work enough in the past. and as much as i’d like to postpone tomorrow, the day when post offices reopen, the day when i can send a fax, the day when i have to tutor, to plan song service, to write an article… tomorrow is…