2012 are you done yet? I can't write, these days. Instead, I made a small, bright pink heart out of some spongy clay. It sits in the palm of my hand and is vulnerable. I made a grey cube. It is grim, all set jaw and moving-forward-no-matter-what. I'm going to keep them in a box. Trying to figure out what internal resilience looks like, but I haven't found that one yet.

10:31 a.m. - 2012-11-13