21.10.02 - 9:26 am

mew. san francisco is cold and gloomy on this late october morning. peter brought me tea to the bedroom while i was still struggling with the various neptunian enfoldments of sleep. re-entering my body and this tentative reality after sleep is a challenge, each morning.

i have been fighting a lot, flailing, and panicking. today i resolve to feel more gently about this transition, to trust more.

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*oldseadog* my attitude towards death is best described by the captain of a
            sinking ship who dresses in drag and throws himself in one of the
            lifeboats