Not posting to blog.. calling night. Learned. From morning, last night, and tomorrow before if frames and proposes materiality. I still think about that one student, a high-schooler, who wrote a rich and whole and striking story in 100 words exactly. Makes me miss teaching, makes me want to write freer. Maybe should post what I wrote. Or, just save for book… let certain eyes redact and curl. Vengeful no, but of new and bright vivacity yes. The book takes form… Ms. Kerri’s words, circling me, haunting, climatic. The spell needed. REAL education, without being reminded there’s an “educator”.