i was up at 4.30, my body keyed up, reading fathoms, the world in the whale. not the best for sleep inducing. now everything is loaded on an external hard drive i have still to erase thousands of pictures. many many variations on the same, each one a moment of living. i have to make room for the new. in my mind i have a clutter of old habits weighing on me now. harder to erase.

my hands are feeling arthritic and i wonder, old age or the virus. whatever it is i have to make room for. oh sweet living memory.