It has been and always will be to me, the littlest moments. For you spend a great deal of your life in the mundane, the routines, the waking up, sifting through objects, rubbing against people. Characterized by the tedium of being ordinary. Humming about from one day to another, cycling from one event to the next, naturalizing the same thoughts on barely dissimilar days. But it is also perforated by blinding moments of clarity, shifts in perspective that never seem to remain still. I never feel like I can remain still as I grasp at these sudden moments of importance among all that is unimportant. And to recognize what you love and what loves you, would be terribly important.
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Note: Pizza base has to be made from scratch. Defrosts just don't cut it. No rush, plenty of time to practice after all.
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