Darlings,
I sent my thesis to the thesis advisor today. He immediately sent back an email thanking me. Ha! I thought. Wait til he bites down on my thesis, on the interviews quaking with humor and love, on the trees, all old and wise in their rugged bark and deep rootedness, more rooted than any of us. Trees know why they are here. They don't go around asking questions all the time. They don't make themselves suffer with unexpressed longing. They hardly even judge. Nah, they don't judge. Like the rain, they fall on the just and the unjust equally. Of course the rich have reinforced roofs and they don't live in flood plains and they burrow into the desert in their bunkers, ready to wait it out.
BTW, gold bars? People are hoarding GOLD BARS. Why on Earth?
I'm going to sit on the couch and eat cookies and watch the last season of Sex Education. And if you have an opinion about my choices, please keep them to yourself. K?
Yours as ever, no closer to a state of permanent bliss than I ever was.
2 comments:
I think that listening to and watching the video you posted may have put me in a state of eternal bliss. So there is that.
I bet your thesis is amazing!
You wanna read it? I can send it to you.
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