Lesley Krueger's Toronto novel: The Corner Garden (2003)

‎"It is true that this country has recently become known for its writing. There are now famous authors walking these streets. I have seen one or two myself, wearing their scruffy black clothes. Yet what is writing but the most private of arts? This is a private country. A private city. What else could flourish here but writing?"

Someone once said...

'Take the first step...be unhappy'
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I just got it today

some thought

We sometimes live in a "Curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back" kind of world

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Miss something
I don't know what

He

A profound realization today was that he...
he...
he...
he...
I think we are all connected in profound ways we don't even realize
He...

Problem is the language

Solution is the language
But ultimately,
... stuck is stuck.
This way or that
That way or this.




[silence]

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A series of confusion in my white brain cells take me to the verge of existential questions to the core: what the heck am I doing when I am doing this and that. And I owe the answers and the clarity that sets in my mind after months and months of contemplation to someone of my own blood. I am grateful, more clear than before, and somehow more assured that the path I have taken has made a difference in who I am and who I am becoming and who I will be more and more every day. I have no choice but accept the fact because anything less than that will require the deconstruction of my very own nerves and veins I constructed through deconstruction. Sometimes, you gotta cut it all off man...sometimes, you just gotta cut it all off.