Sometime in the near future, I will forget writing these very words, in this very room, with this very pen. So there’s a story I’m writing right now that I am destined to forget. Which isn’t quite true. I will most likely remember this story if only because I’ve just made such a big deal of forgetting it. It’s one of the weird ways things work. But even though I will remember the story I won’t remember all of the words.

Near the edge of things seen

are things imagined

A life slipped between cracks

I’ve found over the years there is a difference in relationship when I am practicing harm reduction with others versus when I must practice harm reduction on others. It is not that the two types are mutually exclusive nor it is about establishing a binary. It is simply distinguishing how different types of energy feel both in my body and as I express them.