2.3.18 . The larger cat has begun to come when she is called. There is something about winter which tames us.. maybe it’s just the living indoors. I wonder if winter was when dogs became domesticated most often. I wonder if the fear of winter inspired the rise of agrarian culture.
”in the depths of winter I learned that there within me lay an invincible summer.” Camus’ voice has been following me around today. “Aujourd’hui, maman est morte.” 1.17.18 . Last night, nearly sleepless, I charged into a New Moon in Capricorn forgetting to take the rest and space it needed. Working on the new zine. Trying to get into the right headspace but forcing myself into the wrong headspace.
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