6.23.2011

Day One Hundred Ninety Eight

There is really nothing to be said about today or, I’m sure, any of the days that will closely follow it.

ech-o n.,pl. –oes Repetition of a sound by reflecting sound waves from a surface; the sound produced by such a reflection; a repetition; the reflection of transmitted radar signals by an object. V. To repeat or be repeated by; to imitate.



I thought about this word a lot. It made me think of the way I feel as though every attempt to calm things echoes back at me in the form of another mistake. Oh, well...we learn, right?



Today’s piece doesn’t quite illustrate that feeling directly, but I like the way it came out.

Xx
-r

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