after all these years, the basketball court is
still my sanctuary. i may not always acknowledge it, but i’m always reminded of
it. whenever things are heavy on my mind, a trip to hoop is as good as
medicine. i guess i love basketball because it’s something i can do in
solitude. or perhaps because i grew up playing mostly in solitude, i am the way
i am. it makes me question whether our love for certain things shapes us, or
whether certain things are easy for us to love because of who we are. no matter
what, i got my shots up tonight after cutting the backyard grass. i listened to
true crime on the way to get cfa.
now i’m watching beethoven, hoping to finish it tonight after beginning it 3 weeks ago.
-ratha, 9:12pm, 8.28.21