i have stacks of books next to my bed, mocking me. i fall under the covers and grab one, lay on my side. minutes later, i will invariably roll over and turn off the light.
i haven't read anything tangible in two weeks.
there are maps all over our house. because we love the way they look. our shower curtain is, in fact, a world map. and yet i have no idea where places are and i get lost in cities in know well. do not ask me for directions. ever.
there is so much going on in my life and i am failing to document it. and i wonder if that means something. other than the fact that i am a tad preoccupied with the very task of living.