struggle sans path: reflections upon moving

In the process of moving, I’ve come upon a small number of scraps of paper that give me pause, and I wonder whether I’ll keep the paper or consign it to recycling.  I’ve said some intolerably short goodbyes to some very old and dignified friends.  Adieu.  The sequence with which I discover the scraps is, toContinue reading “struggle sans path: reflections upon moving”