
I officially declare a stalemate.
So now what?
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Eleven years later, I finally watched Prime Suspect 7. I’d been holding off forever because once I’d watched it, that would be the end. And so it is.

© Aron Hsiao / 1996, 2002
I find so much to identify with in that character.
I hate endings. I mean, I value them more than almost anything because they are the original source of all meaning in human existence. But I hate them all the same.
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I am struggling with the whole “puppy” thing and wondering if in an alternate universe in which honest engagement with self was possible I’d think it was a mistake.
It certainly is endless work and endless destruction and endless cost.
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I don’t know what to do or say with the rest of this post.
But I was born into a class in which there’s nothing but vertical walls and silence around “do” and “say” in general; you do and say what is prescribed and you don’t have any other ideas.
So I don’t have any other ideas, and I never will.
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Aside from my children, everything important in my life seems so very hazy and so very long ago, like I’ve been dead for years already.
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Never marry.