On Thursday, I met with N. The experience was powerful and confounding. I commenced jotting notes to myself in an attempt to unpack what had taken place. This series of posts reflects the trajectory of that day, and my associated analysis.
I am a little bit puzzled. This series of posts was triggered by a sun dappled afternoon sipping coffee. The event was buoyant, positive, spring like, seductive.
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On Thursday, I met with N. The experience was powerful and confounding. I commenced jotting notes to myself in an attempt to unpack what had taken place. This series of posts reflects the trajectory of that day, and my associated analysis.
I am unsure how we arrived at this topic. I believe we were discussing pharmaceuticals prescribed by our physicians. N was aware that I have refused medication. I was unable to offer her an immediate explanation for this refusal. When writing this series of posts, our conversation came to mind. It triggered a set of recollections. This is the explanation I was unable to give to N.
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On Thursday, I met with N. The experience was powerful and confounding. I commenced jotting notes to myself in an attempt to unpack what had taken place. This series of posts reflects the trajectory of that day, and my associated analysis.
I became lost on the way to the meeting. We arranged to meet in Chelsea, a town just north of one of Gargantua’s major facilities, a location I had visited many times before by both car, and bicycle. I felt confident of being able to get there without difficulty. Over confident. The route required only one left turn followed by two rights. No problem.
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