Do I feel lighter yet? I'm not sure. I did not begin this work lightly, didn't take it lightly. And yet, it really isn't a big deal. The preciousness left long since while ripping, tearing, and punching. Pretty paper with words waiting to become something else or immolated. Feed, fodder, fire nourishment.
There are some things I've observed about burning paper. It burns hot and fast. It doesn't burn well if neatly piled. It needs some moving around to insure complete immolation. Never leave a word behind. Be clear on what's being done because there's no undoing it. At least humans have cellular memory back-up.
Now. Onto those hardbound editions . . .
|What burns so easily.|
|My Yes To This Moment.|