Since September 19 I have daily deposited one item in this archive. Habit and routine are the nemeses of innovation. To shatter the compulsion to duty, I almost left nothing yesterday for future loss. Breaking the chain of days would break the obligation to leave a quotidian trace, a vow I took without realizing in the middle of September as a new year began. The writing exercises would be good and useful, have been good and useful, especially because my horizon holds a return to my life as a professor. Stories of stone and tales about Jews and Christians as neighbors are calling to me from January, where they already await my arrival.
The vow holds, even today, but I don't see how the vow will endure the year it desires.
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