rubble is hard to deal with. there's only soo much creative juice to be tapped from day to day. and when you've got to think of ways to make bikes out of wine barrels before breakfast, and figure out an irrigation system for the sustainable farm at dolores park by lunch, the juices are exhausted before you even get up. sometimes they've been tapped out for days.
but everyone seems to know that you asked for this big one to happen. you willed it into being. and now, it's kind of your job to give them all a better life. and even though you don't think it's your place to tell people what to do: they keep asking, anyways.
so it's not even a question of how do i assert myself, or why do i assert myself, but how do i come up with an adequate solution to the problem before my morning coffee?
and before she went to sleep, before her head allowed her a few hours, a grace period, between a harrowing existence filled with decisions and craft and managing and leading, before her left earlobe hit the pillow, she thought: why rebuild at all?
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