I landed back for real and there were a bunch of little things that were almost past due. I did them. But I let it get to me, so that on a day that should have been a model of production, there was shoulder pain and naproxen instead, and a slow descent into a long early evening sleep.

Deep within it, I saw a new form. A post that wasn’t a spill but a line. I don’t know what the name means exactly. It’s just dreamy tagging instead of etymology.

In reality it’s just a page and it would look like this.

I can think of a few good reasons to slice one off that way. Longer pieces, finished works. And here in the beginning: there are things I say here that I want to remember (or more precisely remind myself of over and over) in the days going forward. That shall be the first practical use of a Line, if that’s what I keep calling it.