Uttered and Examined Lives

There is something terribly beguiling about the instant gratification of a vacuumed floor, a sink without dishes, clean bed sheets and doorknobs that are not sticky. So we clean house rather than write.

The more we attend to the house and those who live in it (our rawest "others"), the more we examine our lives-- and so feel the lives more worth living and so live more of them and so write less of them.

Ah, to both live and utter the lives!