2026-01-31

Saw someone whose writing I follow wearing a Dr. Strangelove t-shirt.
“Purity of Essence.”

A pull.
Tools and practices that don’t fight each other.

A fault line.
Purity held inward clarifies.
Projected outward, it hardens.

Unmarked transitions.
Critique sliding into affirmation.
Roles blurring.

I slept deeply until my father died.
Since then, I sleep lightly.

I moved to an apartment above the muck.
Windows that keep sound out.
Better curtains.

I still don’t sleep eight hours consistently.
Once I wake up, it doesn’t take much.
I don’t fall back asleep.

The path isn’t a straight line; it’s a spiral. You continually come back to things you thought you understood and see deeper truths.

— Barry H. Gillespie