This and that.
This is now. That was then. This is here. That was there.
This and that go hand in hand, to remind us that there can’t be positive without negative. To remind us that there can’t be joy without sorrow.
This is how. That was maybe. This is real. That was not really.
This and that make up for conversation. This is where I am. That is where I thought I was.
Writing is continuous. It is this and that and everything else around it. It is therapy, it is discovery, it is a marriage, it is a love and hate relationship. It is life. It is silence.
What are you working on these days?