Robert (gurdonark) wrote,

from Chapter Twenty Eight

"Is life ever anything besides poetry? I was raised to believe that life was a set of familiar patterns, things to do, things to feel and rewarding pursuits. But I have instead found that life is limitless patterns and patternlessness, endless asynchronous colors and extreme pursuits of arcane goals".

---from Lonely Distance, my November novel

  • Who's that Bird?

    I got a lot of things done today at work today. I mean to get more things done tomorrow. At lunch I walked in Heritage Park in Sachse. Overhead I…

  • Changes

    Today a few things happened. Snow collapsed the roof of a storage facility in my parents' home town in Arkansas. We learned of a staff departure…

  • The Misplaced Bishop and the Dropped Queen

    Today one of my postal chess opponents committed a blunder, losing a queen. He resigned a few moments later, leaving a note that he accidentally…

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