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[My year feels like a journey I left behind long ago.

Here there is only a neutral, gentle November day, because my time is not a circle and it is not a line, it is not a wheel and it is not a river. It is a space, a room, a pool, a vessel, a container.]

I know that Tara is the ~victim here, but I can’t help think about all the folks who are having to relive the worst day of their life again and again. They may not know they are, but that doesn’t diminish the horror, for me at least.

Tara must be a dreadfully boring person. To be so wildly unimaginative while stuck in the same inconsequential day again and again.

DO something, FFS.

This IS different from the first in that Tara is no longer lamenting her cursed existence but learning how to cope with it. She’s still not taken ownership of it precisely, but is on her way there, I think.

[I retreat indoors, I sense a certain restlessness, but nothing happens. Yesterday evening I went to the theater, but all I could see were people trapped within a space, on a stage. They roam restlessly around but can find no way out.]

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