Day 158
No, no news remains simply, no news. John remains fair and well, and we remain in waiting. John's white cell counts have fallen slightly, enough to suggest that we catch "The Hitchhiker's Guide" in a matinee and not in the opening night crowd, but not any cause for greater concern. Beyond that, the layers of advice we have received concern how we might bide our time, only lacking the same sense that their forseeable tomorrows and ours might not be alike.
I found myself waiting in the clinic late today without a book, and John shared his latest "Greatest Book Ever." It was a comic, of course, by someone he has "met" in the virtual comic world, but it also turned out to be infinitely more deep and rich than any from the heart of Holden Caulfield. It was a short "life" story that captured a bit of hope in an artfully worded shade of self-doubt. Five stars and all thumbs up.
Private lines should not be crossed in the architecture of doubt and self-worth, but it is enough to know that sentience is a mixed, at best, blessing. In moments that are hard, presence can be all the more difficult to experience. Hope, I suppose, exists outside of and in spite of time and it waits patiently.
I found myself waiting in the clinic late today without a book, and John shared his latest "Greatest Book Ever." It was a comic, of course, by someone he has "met" in the virtual comic world, but it also turned out to be infinitely more deep and rich than any from the heart of Holden Caulfield. It was a short "life" story that captured a bit of hope in an artfully worded shade of self-doubt. Five stars and all thumbs up.
Private lines should not be crossed in the architecture of doubt and self-worth, but it is enough to know that sentience is a mixed, at best, blessing. In moments that are hard, presence can be all the more difficult to experience. Hope, I suppose, exists outside of and in spite of time and it waits patiently.
