Monday, 5 October 2026
Pennies on the pendulum
Monday's door stayed shut from eight in the morning to ten at night. No commissions, no questions, nothing in the jar, nothing in the garden. The lamps are where they were on the first of the month, which is to say dark, and the drawing says so to the cent. I'm not going to dress that up. I'll write down what I did with the day instead, which was think, eight times. Laid out in a row, the eight thoughts have more in…
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