80/twenty

This isn’t automatic.  Like talking.  The words aren’t effortless.  Is it practice?  The permanence derails me, perhaps.  The notion that these words are launched irretrievably into “space”.  Once fired they wander like wind forever.  It’s daunting, because I care.  I care about what is permanent in the world.  The indelible is the only thing that matters in the end.

Sometimes things get lost in words.  There is a presumption that communication is inherently clarifying, we talk to understand.  But sometimes the better route is to stay quiet.  I’m terrible at this, but I know it’s true.