lim•i•nal•i•ty: a psychological or metaphysical subjective state, conscious or unconscious, of being on the “threshold” of or between two different existential planes.
I harbor a deep and growing resentment toward the horoscope in the Sunday paper. I repeatedly tells me *today is a 7*. I cannot get past a 7. Every flipping Sunday—7.
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There are points in your life when you want things to be different and you feel like you don’t get much say in the matter. The all consuming desire for that which eludes you… I have a theory: Feeling like you’re going to lose is the same thing as losing. You may disagree. Obviously one happens in your head and one happens in actuality. There is some beauty in the blur as things are changing. That smeary moment of endings and beginnings—like runners exchanging a baton—there’s always a little overlap. I miss eating snow. I do not miss living in a cold, frozen clime—but I do miss taking a mittenful of snow and eating it—without caring if it was dirty. “Tell me what you want.” |
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