Archive for September, 2003

September 6, 2003

Saturday, September 6th, 2003

So once again I take pen in hand, motivated by the vague notion that my life is slipping away, unexamined, unrecorded. Does writing, or the contemplation that writing engenders, somehow slow the passage of time? I am sitting on the deck in back of our house. It is a lazy Saturday afternoon. My back hurts […]