archives for Thursday 12 February 2009
at the limin
Thursday 12 February 2009 | I like a cookie
Our uncertainty and doubt extend to the infinite sky and throughout time, shrouding perfection, blurring truth, undermining what feeble faith we can muster, reminding us that we are both divine and mortal, that we live both inside time and outside time, that we are creatures of many worlds, and that we will always wonder, and [...]
three years ago
Thursday 12 February 2009 | someone left a cookie
Eloise was still missing and it was, you know, Sylvia’s death-day, and I’d emailed a bunch of people to ask for help with the door-to-door missing-cat canvassing, and no one had written me back to say they would come help, and I had no inner resources, so of course I despondently went over to the [...]
