"Those rolls of hay now as black and as earthlike as the older bales that, at the other end of the droveway, had indeed, below their tattered plastic sheeting, turned to earth. Grass to hay to earth."
-V.S. Naipaul
The Enigma of Arrival
Thursday
I read those words today. Grass to hay to earth, like it really happens so simply. That's the version we tell children. Simple steps that can be taught through colorful happy images.
Goodbye Harry, you idiot. Today, I am excited. Excited for a second chance. I just started my first set, and I can already feel the difference. Today I started the Set of Pills. They have been calling me, willing me against those who think they know better. As if they were entitled to an opinion on the pain my body feels. Today I stand feeling renewed. There is energy in me that I haven’t felt in 14 months.
Hay to earth to full grown green grass.
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"How can this world give us at once the fascination of a strange town
and the comfort and honour of being our own town?"
-GK Chesterton, in Orthodoxy
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