a vow entrains stability, it keepeth firm my agency
-i know i said i’d do it bro. but things? things have changed.
-of course they have—that's the whole point of making promises: that things’ll change, yet vowed, you have, a constancy, consistency.
i promise X means: even tho the world may alter, even tho my mind degrade!
two more liddle toasties
am trying to speak truthfully, starting with minutiae. was lunching at the window with my piece of buttered toast & a dry pear curry—it's a white people's curry—and the toast depleted first, leaving spoons o' curry roti-less, mm, well.
am tryna limit intake, so i state aloud my top-up:
two more little toasties.
i spoke it, so it came from me a vow.
yet pulling from the shelf, we’ve got these dollar coin medallions: smaller than those finger-long oblongs i’d imagined. grabbing from the box, i'm getting lawyerly about it, now: my vow was for a certain swath of Melba toast, i think it out, an estimated surface which i’d figured would be met by TWO;
so pulling FOUR, am keeping to the spirit though i violate the letter of my vow.
my vow, perhaps i’ve kept it—yet i’ve compromised my confidence i’ve kept it—this allow!
a vow entrains stability, it keepeth firm my Agency.
it unifies projection & the act, & then the memory.
it also saves us hours, renders mindless these volitional quotidia, these mana-sapping queries like some toasties with my lunch—
k, how many?