august 22nd, 2021
it takes some effort for me to love a mundane thing like a walk to the store. it's always
easier to retract into my head, close my eyes & mull over things. a demented ingrained pull
toward coasting in stasis, rather than indulging the eustress of allowing this or that thing
to be special. i guess it introduces stakes, once i attach to the beautiful walk, returning home
becomes a small loss. i can try to equalize that by loving the inside of my house just the
same. unless that redesignates a certain level of love as the new "coasting in stasis,"
which is to say, love inequalities create stakes which create meaning