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Everything’s coming up you, robots
You cannot schedule joy. When you do, it will inevitably be deferred by grief all the worse for what it supplanted. Joy has to come to you; you have to be open to its experience at the time it chooses, and while it may elude categorization or expression. Over the years, I’ve recast those words… Continue reading Everything’s coming up you, robots