day 253 || list of ordinaries

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What to say unique about today's moment? Nothing out of the ordinary. A day of ordinaries: Woke early. Argued with a prose piece which should have been finalizedyears ago—odd how some writings refuse to complete themselves. Revision after revision, the project whimpers and whines about inadequacies and weak wording structure. But I stray off topic. Where was my train of thought heading?

ordinary=typical=expected=no surprises

Maybe I fall into a rut/pattern: waiting for work, filling out web forms and online questionaires—the body and personality both dissolving into statistics and rows of data, numbers.

Hung another half-finished painting. Until recently the concept showed closure. But like writing, paintings operate under their own schedules, their own private timeline.