We talk about time breaking, feeling dislocated in time. I read a series of seven books about one day recurring. The first volume I read on the plane, and finished canyonside. I'm halfway through the second volume, where she wanders about, trying to replicate the seasons in time. We read, hopefully, keeping on, trying to measure the immeasurable, in time. We're just here for a while, and meanwhile, we're going. Trudy is out of time, but still here doing time. She doesn't know it's been almost a month since Karen died.

10-17-25