Your friends may say that I'm a stranger
I spent the majority of my afternoon on the phone with doctors and unemployment and I have just discovered that I will have to spend the majority of tomorrow's afternoon on the phone with health insurance. It's almost like normality, except for all the ways it's not. With the equinox upon us and the sky the crisp dry blue of the season, I have been feeling a sharp and useless pain for all the things I like to do in autumn, almost none of which can happen this year. I did get to see
gaudior and Fox yesterday for the handoff of a honeycake at the small park down the street and later joined them and
rushthatspeaks for family dinner Zoom. I managed to watch a couple of movies for the first time in weeks. I am cherishing the possible delusion that as the weather cools fewer people will want to spend much time outside and I will feel safer roving out with camera in hand, which had started to feel almost impossible by the end of the summer with all the heat-crowded streets. I seem to be sleeping better in the cold, although I have nightmares of houses decaying, of moving into apartments already falling apart: none of my dreams are subtle anymore. I feel like a very poor zamler, writing these shallow fragments across gaps of days. I really wish I had made that golem of Louis D. Brandeis when I thought of it in 2018.

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Oh, how lovely, just how anyone would want to spend their days! /abuses sarcasm
I hope there will still be good things in this autumn, regardless, however. ♥
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*none of my dreams are subtle anymore.*
I get this. My recent dreams start off as science-fantasy epics and then something or someone is always there to boot me out of the adventure. Pfft.
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I do love autumn, in spite of how different everything is this year.
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Thank you for teaching me about a zamler (which autocarrot thinks should be zamora). Is there a term for someone who browses old movies?
May the Equinox bring lovely golden leaves pattering down elegantly.
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I feel like we're trying to live on tatters these days.... good luck with the phone hell tomorrow.
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I hope you do get to go roving more soon; my own daily socially distanced walk has been one of the only things keeping me sane through this whole quarantine.
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