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friday morning chill-out

the lyics from “jazz” by a tribe called quest have have been reverberating in my brain. particularly the line: “So raise up squire, address your attire / We have no time to wallow in the mire”


such a song. and this post “35 Quick ways to find yourself again” is totes rad.

and this poem, too, which is taped up on the wall in my apartment:

To Myself
by W.S. Merwin

Even when I forget you
I go on looking for you
I believe I would know you
I keep remembering you
sometimes long ago but then
other times I am sure you
were here for a moment before
and the air is still alive
around where you were and I
think then I can recognize
you who are always the same
who pretend to be time but
you are not time and who speak
in the words but you are not
what they say you who are not
lost when I do not find you


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