June 21, 2010
tsob 003: no idea
Son had no idea what would happen when he stopped. That was the whole idea. No ideas. Instead of working with ideas to move his life forward, he had let go of all ideas. Or maybe ideas had let him go. Maybe he wasn't actually stopped. Maybe ideas had stopped. Maybe now he was moving free without the ten thousand bumps that make things in the night.
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summer of being
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