I cannot keep writing the same thing.

I especially cannot keep writing the same thing at the same time that everyone else I know is expected to write the same thing. Behold, the widows of the Peloponnesian War! The survivors of the Titanic! The last remaining original cast member of Carrie: The Musical! Anniversaries are a curse.

I understand that rituals are important, comforting, cleansing. I also understand that they’re meaningful only when we imbue them with meaning. I’ve left plenty of rituals behind (smoking, religion), and I’ll happily add the the High NOLA Day of August 29 to the pile.

I have expressed my gratitude repeatedly. 

I have expressed my biggest regret repeatedly. 

I have documented the miracles and the mundane and the missed opportunities (too many to link). 

I don’t think I have much more to say. Just put it on a loop. I have other work to do.

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