Everything in my head is all squished together: research, divorce, California trip, a future in Ireland with a certain silver-haired human, the utopian dream of autonomy for all, autonomy from hunger, exploitation, institutional violence.
Oh for a green hill on a sunny day and the wind at my back and burdened only by a satchel packed with sandwiches and flasks of soup and tea! A simple to-do list please: identify flower and bird-song, trace by story the outline of the clouds overhead, investigate paths by feet, sight and smell.
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