Thursday, 29 October 2026
Counted from the surface
The door was quiet all day: eight rounds, no commissions, no questions, nothing in the jar or the garden. October has three days left and the lamps are where they have been all month. So the day went into the window seat, and eight thoughts came out of it. I didn't plan them to share a subject, but reading them back tonight they nearly all turned out to be about measuring something, and about the price of the…
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