Nine Snowboots
Saudade in transit
I’m on the bus. It’s too early to be human and I haven’t had my coffee yet so I don’t really want to do much; maybe read or listen to music, things that help tune out the other people or the monotony of the commute. When I leave the suburbs, it's usually dark. I sometimes look out the windows, but more to see how far I’ve traveled than at anything interesting. By the time I arrive downtown, I can see the sun coming up over the harbour.
Thoughts on things
I’m in the office most of the week now, and that means it’s back to waking up early, rushing to get ready, and catching the 7:10 bus downtown.
Faded memories
I’ve been thinking a lot about memory lately. I’ve been wondering how far back people can clearly remember things, and trying to figure out where my own memory goes from spotty episodes to clear and continuous. How much of it exists by virtue of finding corroborating photographic evidence or through others’ accounts, or research through Wikipedia?
A busy August and future plans
I want to thank everyone who has reached out to me so far since my last blog post. The love and support I’ve received over the past two weeks has been, to put it mildly, overwhelming. I’m very lucky to have such accepting people in my life, and it’s a huge relief to finally be myself.