the museum is silent, thin groups of people focused on stories. there's something quiet in the air itself. people trickle through the exhibits, each clasping some relevant bit of literature. there's still so much to see and take in. they're surrounded by history, watching as it unfolds in solemn halls, unfurls on compact… Continue reading surrounded + history + focused
unpack in a new house, start making yourself at home: alone, so far. live there long enough, you feel ghosts of past dwellers pass you in the hall. make your home yours, quick: the ghosts aren't graceful about letting new ones in.
once, i built a shelf. it was a wonky, shoddy-looking thing, hanging crookedly from the wall, haphazardly suspended by a combination of metal pieces and some thin rope harness. i recognized this even as i admired my handiwork, this first little achievement. the first time i placed an item on it, it toppled dangerously, swaying… Continue reading memory shelf (400)
Oh jeez. Are we really going there, now? It's technically a Friday night and I have to pick a teacher from history? Anyone who ever lived?I'm going to do the classic cop-out here, so please forgive me. I don't choose one. It's very difficult to pick just one person out of several hundred years of history. I read… Continue reading History’s Teachings