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have you ever read any dickinson, i ask, and you say some, why, and i say because we’re studying her in class and what do you think of her style. but really it’s because i want an excuse to talk to you; because i’m gone from the house more days than i’m not; because what is the point of modern convenience if you don’t use it to talk to your friends? there’s too much distance around us these days. tell me what you think of her style, i say. just so i can hear you. just so you’ll respond.

Hey everybody! I am not dead, but I have been finishing up the semester, so that’s why it’s been a minute since the last post. After this weekend (and Monday) though, I will be free! Briefly. And then I’ll be on to the next bit of school. No rest for the desperate-to-graduate, turns out.

In the meantime, though, here’s a poem directly inspired by my literature class and also one of my two favorite human beings in the entire world. I’ve been thinking about how sometimes life demands we be too busy even for our friends, even though we have the ability in our pockets to contact them whenever. That just. . . makes me sad. What kind of world do we live in where community is so easily accessible and we still don’t have the time for it? Where work and progress is more important than the people we’re all working to help? That’s the opposite of what industrialization was meant to do.

I’m pretty sure nobody is up for a challenge right at this moment—I know I’m definitely not—so consider this an anti-challenge. Take a break this week by spending time with somebody who just lets you be yourself. Find some rest in connecting with someone you like. I think you’ll feel better for it. I think we all will.

See you in two weeks,

—Kira

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