The chapbook I’m assembling for class is based largely on hymns, so I’m playing with the book construction and structuring the pages like hymnal pages, complete with a “relevant verse” in small font under the title
And tracking down the verses I had in mind while writing these is making it clear that I’m WAY more familiar with Matthew than ANY other book of the Bible
The point is if nothing means anything then the only thing that means something is what we make, you know? I mean look at me. I used to use hopelessness as an excuse for all the awful things that I did. Until this… prissy, little overachiever -that I was totally planning on handing over to my mother- unraveled all of my plans. Because she thought we all deserved better… even me.