i am standing in my kitchen eating cold whole wheat penne pasta dipped in cold arrabiata sauce, listening to nothing, reading page 187 of 'a gate at the stairs' and drinking water. i haven't made much progress since the last time we spoke.
"i think when the pot calls the kettle black the pot is merely expressing its desire for community. it's also expressing the pot's habit of calling bullshit on the kettle." -pg 187