No not *that sort* of “good person” but the sort we haven’t identified yet
A sense that my Virtue was cared about by Lawrence Sterne
Catalogues, lists. Preventing myself from making another chart. Preventing myself from contemplating my stuckness (which is an aspect of the stuckness, it’s believed, for when have we not been both stuck and thinking of it?)
Dad has been mixing his food together. Today he put iced tea on his salad. Next time bring a condiment
Falsely grave
Seeing things as they are
You appear to be reasoning toward an answer you already know, and we are unsure if you don’t know that you know, or just don’t want to say…?
No action without an associated sentence
Don’t *tell me* your a Christian, Christian customer had said, *show me* you’re a Christian… It seemed to me this passage I had just written was showing me something of that kind: a gentle spirit, I could almost look at as an example to follow
Art a means by which to locate your gentle temperament and best self
Once again it’s revealed you’ve been dwelling in a kingdom of hypotheticals, whose borders, despite many battles, you can’t manage to extend toward the ground
This is not me anymore — and it might not have ever been anything — and without it I’m nothing
Ah well, not the end.
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