4:11 PM; lawn at Raintree
The first day this year that I sit on a blanket outside—not too hot yet. It’s been cold.
Last night I had a dream that I had a procedure to embody a Black woman’s body, and the thing I immediately missed most was my Latina body/identity. It surprised me in the dream.
Now it’s raining while the sun shines. No rainbow though.
I wish I could bring my hammock out here.
As always, it’s embarrassing to read old writing here. 2018 was a lifetime ago, but I was still adult-me—the same thinking me. Unfortunate. Then again, I don’t regret the traceable steps. Funny that I was asking questions about morality—”who am I, who are we really?”—before the mania.