No rest or conviction for the weary
Date: April 17, 2004
Categories: really? nothing
I’ve been acting out the weekend as if I’ve been at work the whole time. Waking up at the crack of dawn…. shlepping out to the spot… staying all day working working working on these girls…. and shlepping back home at odd hours of the night.
This process saddens me. It is the shell remains of something that was whole and meaningful. And I can see the lack of attachment in these girls’ eyes as they utter words that would otherwise be said with full conviction and deep reverence. It doesn’t make me personally feel like they care all that much. It’s just something nice. Nice to have on the resume. But not something deep to cherish or enjoy for the rest of their lives.
I hope they prove me wrong.
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