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Keeping Your Head Up, Sometimes
Hi Sleepy.Tonight I sit in a tin container in the backyard, talking about monkeys. Not real monkeys. Pieces of monkey. You and me. Worried, wandering, trying to control things that don’t listen.We drift through spring in Stockholm, where the light insists on hope while something quieter resists. A neighbor appears with a memory of a house that no longer exists, and suddenly we’re talking about what it means to miss something. Whether missing is something you feel, or something you do and fail at.There’s also time. The kind that moves whether you participate or not.And somewhere in the middle…
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