57. Little Deaths/Delights

I love my father, C.S. Lewis, and writing

Hello hello hello hello hello hello

It is Sunday. I have come back to myself, I think, after a season of wandering.

Every time I open substack (browser), it shows me notes. You all know how I feel about algorithms. Not for me.

I don’t have a lot of words tonight (I’ve been writing things for this week), but I did see for a second, some words by C.S. Lewis …