Eye Level

**Grief really threw me for a loop y'all. I write these and forget to post them.

I feel the heavy loneliness that seeps through the work. It feels like molasses. Slow moving, deliberate.

We know, and can identify things, by what they are not. We know what light is because we have dark to compare it to. We know invisible things because there are visible things. We know what we aren't, and that leads us to the danger of what we are.

I think what we are meant to do here is be eye level with our world. Traveling through places, experiencing a deep sense of being by one's self through the world. Observing.

My favorite poem is "Phnom Penh Diptych: Dry Season". I marked it and read it over and over (evidence on the mac n cheese i accidentally dropped on the top corner of the page because I was trying to hold the book and bowl and eat at the same time). It is both a scream and a whisper. A daily life-blog and a diary. Nearly every section (divided by the dot) has at least one line that punches.

"It's not easy to measure your life in debts"

"My guilt goes off,

then returns, wilder.

For whom does it return?"

"It's not about the snare of need, though I forget why I came."

We are all walking along the line of remembering and forgetting. This book allows us both.