The garden behind the old ceramics studio is overgrown now, but the kiln still holds heat if you press your palm to its side. Yesterday I found a fired clay cup, half-broken, with a word etched underneath: keep . Not “beautiful” or “fragile.” Just keep.
Today’s small victory: I remembered to eat lunch before 3 PM. Today’s small failure: I said “I’m fine” when I meant “I’m tired of explaining.” in blume third entry
Date: October 12th