Some of the things thought and said recently —
“They had to hide their mental illness from the children because if they had admitted to it, they would have become responsible for it.”
My dream about the mice and the falcons, Frida Kahlo’s house and El Escorial. A dream that seemed to be an oblique follow-up, that I intended to remember and do not.
Being tired of being, not wanting to be that person who — any more. Seeing how large that boulder in the road is. That fills the room. Wanting to move it aside.