Square and Round

it's been a weird weekend. quite good, but then also sad.

i feel like i've been handed a number of square pegs made out of glass and told to fit them into round holes made out of steel. while i'm on an old soviet era bus with no shocks on a backroad in Laos.

so it's not going so well.

nothing really fits the way it should and i'm not sure what i can do about that other than keep trying.

there's what you want and what you get and those are most distinctly two different things.

i almost fell down this deep hole this morning. i knew it was there, but i got a little careless around it so almost backed into it. almost took a step off and fell, with my face right up close to the rock.

but i never left my bed.

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oh, forget it.