This is all I have to say today.

Dear benevolent anonymous sponsor: I’m pretty sure that if I got one of these for Christmas I could find a way to save the world. If you gave me the opportunity, I would certainly try my best.

Other observations:

1) The pitch of the electric buzzing in my bedroom is a B-flat.
2) The shhhhhh sound that a mother makes to sooth her baby is the human voice equivalent to white noise. Some people run their fans in the winter just to generate white noise because they can’t sleep without it. Part of the treatment for people with misophonia is to wear a hearing-aid that emits a constant gentle shhhh of white noise that can be turned up to block out the harass of offending sounds.

(Photo credit: this is a still from Justin Schell’s footage in Puerto Rico, gathered for the soon-to-be-released film “We Rock Long Distance.”)

Clean. Slate.

Disintegration of safety, of surface, of that which seemed fixed but was actually relative.

Birth comes between trauma and life.

The terror of a blank slate is something that can be owned.

I’m preparing to own it. All of it.

Pay attention to the breath. It always starts with a breath.