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when the cat’s away mouse Alice will play (42)
Hi, Stacey! I’ve been living this hedonistic artist life all week. Dern is out of town for a family emergency, which I am deeply infused with. I am half where he is in my mind all the time, wishing I could do more. I send flurries of supportive texts and remind him to eat and…
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humanity is a projection (41)
Hi, Stacey! Last week Dern shared an interesting thought experiment with me, first conceived of by Camus. Camus asked, “if you sat in the audience and watched an actor perform the same role in the same play 100 times, would you say you personally know them?” Of course, logically, most people would say “no.” We…
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just sayin’ “hey” (40)
Hi, Stacey– As promised from the title of this post, “hey.” It just occurred to me that I always write you kind of…wanting something. I am always explaining something to you or needing to vent to you or asking you to secretly solve climate crisis via the dark web. I’m not saying I won’t do…
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things I could read into (38)
I could read into my horoscope saying, “your favorite outdoor activity is sitting patiently in a patch of grass.” I could read into getting a suggested YouTube video about the importance of dropping one’s mask to meet one’s true soulmate. I could read into this random song, “stain my clothes.” by moon. playing on my…
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madwoman (37)
Hi Stacey—- It’s been a while, and a lot has happened with humanity. The genocide in Gaza has continued-—to a terrifying degree. After sicking the unconstitutional organization of ICE on Los Angeles, the current American president ordered the military to occupy the city. The United States has bombed Iran. It’s very clear at this point…
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Versions of You (35)
Hi, Stacey! I’m wondering about Versions of You. As we’ve discussed, there are Versions of Me out there. One might be you.* I recently saw an ad for an AI market research company. The company boasted it used AI doubles of real people to get “real” opinions. I’ve been thinking about my AI double. As…
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So We Walked Back to Omelas (34)
a short story, by moi So we walked back to Omelas, we who’d been in the forest for some time. Some of us are very old, some of us are quite young. It was no small potatoes for any of us to go back “home”—-mostly because we liked our new home. Our real home. Our…
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art into the wind (33)
Hi, Stacey– I did something I’ve been thinking about for a while. I wrote a short story and distributed it anonymously in my neighborhood. I have a particular relationship with anonymity and my writing. I think my generation (millennials) have straddled such a bizarre line of invisible and/or visible our whole lives. We came of…
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Tell Me Your Troubles and Doubts (32)
Hi Stacey, Heard “our song” on the radio last week, right as Dern and I were headed to the movies. I’m only just realizing I’m not totally sure what the lyrics mean. Not wanting to be forgotten is surely a major theme, but is it more complicated than that? And if this is our song,…
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Hi Stacey 