An abandoned hotel in Miami Beach

Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.” ~ James Joyce

Yesterday morning, I reduced to one all the iphone apps I used to read while eating, bussing, waiting and so on. Over the last 24 hours when an unstructured moment arises, I have found myself reaching for my iphone. Then I must remind myself that I am not doing that anymore. I am not escaping from now by reading on my phone.

What have I been afraid of all this time? Why does tasting food terrify me? Why is now so feared? Why is being here now the hardest thing I’ve ever done?


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