--title from a novel by Peter Pouncey
Jack awoke in his usual pain, un- daunted by it. We're all gonna die someday is his morning mantra these days. Isolate the variable, anything you do to one side of the equation you gotta do to the other. Practice zen, eat less, an empty belly's holy. These are the rules for old men waiting. On the other hand, attachment to self and to things to do. Clean the house, watch for war. Count syllables, teach English to immigrants from Slovakia or Syria. Advocate vocational education in the schools. Jack has much to do, a new administration, low social security. He goes slow as the day will allow.
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