true storylines

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It’s no fiction I have a luscious range of engagements worth pursuing (not to mention economy of expression—not); and a vertiginous spectrum of attitudes that can be reliably entertaining (can be). Certainly it’s no fiction that I love writing.

a praise of tapestry

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I’m having vivid ideas about what’s to become of this blog.

Inevitably, aspects of a life’s background weave through—some echoing further back than others.

aspiration and difficulty

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Generally, the thematic topography developing offline into my metonymy of irregular webpages seems to have no ending, as others’ ideas come into the gardening, shifting the hues of perspective or the horizonal point drawing excursion into transposed excursion. The Perpetual Project elates and stills.

american children

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My Emersonian moment ends with a keynote of my fascination with child growth. Eventually, everything I have online will try to come together as a singular venture.

textual intimacy

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life as literary psychology, part 2 of 5

Listening to you, a cohering sense of your attitude about what we’re talking about likely emerges. Your coherent stance is part of you, instancing something tropical of your whole sense of the world and life.