Journaled Words {1.2.22}: It is no longer that easy for me. The trees in my backyard are solid. The rocks that make up the wall on the other side of the road have mass and don’t move much. Words and created images, though? I’m sorry. I can no longer trust them. All I can do now is live with them, converse with them, keep my eye on them, see where they lead.
Expression, Day 59
