There's been a lot of dead space lately in my life, dead space where Diantha isn't mad at me and things are going well. Dead space where I am neither Up nor Down. This dead space, it's a lot like having the Superbowl be a tie. Undeniably, it's one of the good parts of my life. It's dead space. But really, really comfortable dead space. I get the sinking suspicion that I was knocked out of a dead space without really recognizing it as one.
The thing about life is that when one thing goes right, another goes terribly wrong. So wrong that you wish you could put out your hands to stop it all.
I don't feel much like writing today.
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I'm Brighton C. Metz and this is my blog, the bodhisattva. I'm prone to frequent color changes, writing brief and unimportant posts, and making mountains out of molehills. My influences are big boy bloggers like Heather Armstrong and Eden Kennedy. Right now, I'm listening to a lot of Sufjan Stevens, and reading the Dharma Bums, by Jack Kerouac.
1 comment:
where diantha isn't mad at you?
there is none of that.
you're a liar.
Because Diantha's a pissy little whore who doesn't know how to take suggestions.
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