More apocalypse, less angst
I posted the other day that my time is not my own right now and that’s just not the truth, nor is it how time works. I’ve been turning this one over for the last few days and in my meditations – the notion of the time being, or of being time – and I hope to write more about this shortly. In the meanwhile, I am at the cabin, awash in the turning from fall to winter (which comes early in these mountains) – taking lots of long walks and photographs.
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