Here are some things that happened this spring, in some kind of order, maybe or maybe not from the same roll. I can remember considering posting each of them, but not whether I did in the end. They were the first thing I put my cursor on, looking for something to post.
Is this too easy? Hard things are easier to regret, and at least the easy ones have an excuse. I had more things to say about sharing this week, and then I thought about them so much they lost their appeal. Time is not always on output's side. I want to exhibit my art, in the sense that I want people who don't know me to see it. I want some part of me to be seen in the absence of the rest, maybe because the only way it can be done is through someone else's eye.