Somewhat unproductive.
This weekend in New York was enjoyable, but I’m still mulling over the implications of it, if any. Actually, that’s not exactly right. I’m considering next steps because I don’t know the implications. Everything is so opaque, and I think about things that are hopelessly opaque too much. There are implications that I don’t dare let myself think, and others that I fear to unlock at all. Reality is probably somewhere in between, if that. In reality, there are no implications, only ripples. By acting, we make implications and those become our reality. But when another’s the one to do the acting and the implications leave no sign, not even ripples? Then we’re confused and hopeful and hopeless and nervous and giddy and so so so impatient all at once.
Yes, that about sums it up.
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