a birthday

in my own irreverently reverent or seriously irreverent or irreverently serious or reverently abstract or disrespectfully respectful or respectfully cavalier or disrespectfully reverent or some combination or these or other apparently (but perhaps only apparently) diametrically opposing words way (way?... way!), i record the blast from the past on this date as if it was something that didn't really matter much when it occurred some time in the past week or month or so, because that may have been exactly what she wanted, even if she never knew (or anyone ever understood). happy birthday old friend, and long may you run (but not from yourself).

i am presently digesting the re-entry of the single most profoundly cruel person i ever personally experienced in this life (and for better or worse, the experience was excruciatingly intimate) into the real-time (though not real-space) of this life. i shall monitor the digestive process and let you know what comes of it, if anything. otherwise, life goes on as usual, except for the move, which is occupying most of my brain these days (blessing in disguise?... no time to ponder any further at the moment, for better or worse, aye?). stay true to yourself, or at least try to get there.