i’ve decided to write a book. again. when/if i ever get the [fucking] time to get into it, i’ll post details.
been meaning to write about death lately. it’s affected my life so much.
tonite on PBS, there was a show about Hospice. it brought back some really traumatic scenes in a tremendous way. i’ll write more about those things later.
every time i get to crying over my grandmother, i eventually stumble over the image of her goofily cackling in mirth at her own bizarre humour. it’s as if she were comforting me from The Other Side. don’t worry, i’m still devoutly agnostic.
