boatman
squash my head
old books
Things this old make me feel naive. Like I'm missing some great truth, or that the hope of reaching said truth has been lost to past eras. I wonder about each one's journey. How they got here, where they have been. And then, think about the journey each one of them shoulders on its pages. I don't know if I would want an eternity of bearing the fall of Troy, but this copy (center) of the Iliad bears the weight fairly well.
funcie
Nostalgia fills my tired shoes as I rummage through thoughts of familiar people and places. I am happy recalling memories of a simpler time and place in my life.
Tana and I traveled to Muncie this weekend.
There is something about Muncie's false sense of confidence that is comforting. I can relate to the smell of its unlit streets and abundance of potholes.
Be well Muncie.