day nine: things you think about when you're an only child
I used to lay in bed at night and imagine watching tv. And on my tv, there would be a show with a tv turned on. What if there was another tv on inside the tv on my tv? And another tv and another, folding in on itself again and again for infinity?
I drew a tree trunk cut in half, colored in twenty-nine rings, then poked thirty dots around the outer edge. Thirty days before my 30th birthday, I started connecting a dot each day. And I wrote all about it here.
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