5/6/13

I can't remember what I read the way it doesn't matter which meal you ate on whatever particular day last year or last week or last night when you were famished. It was food and there was at least something settling in that gaping hole. I can't really remember what I read other than the phrase, "In him we dwell." but my stormy heart/mind were somewhat anchored by it. My thoughts are like looking out this train window at the passing ground, but at least I'm on a chair now, on the inside of that train, whereas before I alternated between hanging onto the window by my fingertips or balancing atop it tumbling and trembling like a skeletal leaf.