by Andrew Furst
it strikes me how people who want to stay the same have to change so much. so much, that the tides seem to move with them, a busy kind of inertia. i’ve seen them happy, i’m sure of it. cleaning their gutters and mowing their lawns. savoring the usual and wanting what’s best for others. it’s a gelatinous thing, aiming to accomplish things that will become undone.