week 04
tea, thoughts: fourth week of 2025
06:12, 20 January 2025
Location: arm chair at rental home flat
I’m normally up at this time only if I need to get on a plane or if I’m coming down from a night of stomping to music
A chain of events led me here, now
How are you Gaza, does the ceasefire hold up? I hope there has been sleep for you
I think about Ukraine
I think about the man I walked behind on the street yesterday. He was in distress, crying, talking out loud, he said he wanted to kill himself. He eventually sat on a bench to have some food. I wish I’d stopped and engaged. Where is fear?
13:08, 22 January 2025
Location: chair at my desk at the studio
Sales agents’ slimy ways, is that hoe you want to flourish in this world?
The news cycle deflates further. Leave trans people alone!
The mind is slipping today, hard to stick to a thought
Soft and warm, electricity pulsing, toes still tough in thick soles
18:23, 22 January 2025
Location: couch at rental home flat
Hard to catch the thoughts, the tea-drinking in parallel existence to the busy brain, to the assignment focus, type type type, interspersed with ever-frequent distractions, diversions to and fro
Writing feeling fine though, less painful than usual — habitual attitudes can be broken after all, of course, that’s what I’m here for
15:02, 23 January 2025
Location: chair at my desk at the studio
There is aching-body, head
There is thirst
There is satiation too, grateful
Mind is falling down down, heaped up below the surface that requires linear striding
Ill now — hard to admit
At the same time / and yet / still, I focus in on this track in my headphones, hugged into my ears and it sounds so bright, precise — Space 2 by Nala Sinephro
