disquiet

if only we knew how much the disquiet would grow.

somewhere between then and now, everyone’s lives in the world became more tragic, on september 11; you don’t know a date is going to become a tragedy when you wake up. even after the event while i still lay in bed, not getting to the phone in time, still i didn’t know. now i can’t say i am different from anyone else.

would i have done things differently? would i have not supported the effort, tried to encourage, tried to reassure, supported, the effort, in as many ways, as i could?

911

thank goodness we and everyone we know are allright as far as we know. monday, mom and dad landed at SFO returning from their trip to Ireland, literally twelve hours before the catastrophe began. plenty of friends of friends are grieving directly, and our hearts go out to all …
love is stronger than hate.

awake

can’t sleep.
at otivo, everything buzzes. in this room, the hub buzzes, but i am told that there will soon be an ultraquiet hub in its place, though i am dubious about what that means. the refrigerator woke me because it was buzzing like an alarm clock. i took a walk through the rest of the floor, and in every room a computer or printer or hub or refrigerator buzzes. if not, then the freeway buzzes and honks and ebbs. all under the bright dome of willie.
but, the stars persist and orion is up, even higher, now …