A shadow

10/26/2022 of our former selves (HERE)

Looking back — is evidence enough — the self is an illusion

Hard not to love what our neighbors get up to in their culdesacs

My friend — the magus Jon Sellers — sent me an e-mail soon before he died — saying he’ll see me in ‘23 — to say it makes me a little nervous — is true — he also had a problem with pigeons — he would have appreciated this as it grossed him out

Our regular meetings on the concrete stoop — amid the parasitic English Ivy — below the cold stone garden where once a sacred tobacco tree grew —behind my room — seems like a lifetime ago — someone else’s lifetime

Three out of five of the ‘regulars’ are no longer here

My daughter — who turned Twentyone today — says there’s a SWAT team outside her room at college — what kind of place is this?

What we’ve come to accept as ‘normal’ defies past expectations

Send her kind thoughts — for her birthday — for a world where SWAT teams run rampant — where it seems necessary to let them

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 10/26/2022