Thursday, July 9, 2026

an aside.

"A Hercules of a man: a Clark Gable of a man." - Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day.

the thing with awaiting a conversation is that you start trying to map it out, try to predict what the other person will say. this all collapses of course when you are face to face with someone you harmed, you can try to be a maid or explain but this will only get you so, i dont know the word, not far?, there?, it escapes me. maybe the word doesnt exist. at somepoint it starts being like a classic Hollywood flick, you start thinking about this Casablanca encounter. none of us are a Clark Gable of a anything. we are all that scared little rat like ancestor of humanity: Purgatorius. im anxious about my conversation with þorn. a week is maybe the longest time a four year old can conceive of, so what is two weeks?, that is multiple lifetimes. it has to be. two weeks is a long time, it really is. i tried to time travel by using youtube slop but that was just numbing as lead. poison. i dont know if i am ready. these creatures that we all are have difficulty finding mouths.

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