Anyway is not optimism.
It’s what’s left when the dramatic arc refuses to form.
When the response doesn’t come.
When the spark doesn’t ignite.
You pause.
Anyway.
Thoughts from the edge of ordinary
Anyway is not optimism.
It’s what’s left when the dramatic arc refuses to form.
When the response doesn’t come.
When the spark doesn’t ignite.
You pause.
Anyway.
When you finally notice the performance—and can’t unsee it. I can’t sleep in a room with a ticking clock. It’s not just the sound—it’s what…