holding

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writing is the act of picking up threads as you move through life and putting them in various pockets, hiking along, stopping to admire and drink water, they get all knotted together

and maybe you forget and they stay in a bag you rarely use or go through the wash

then you find them again, even more matted, almost to an indecipherable whole 

and sometimes you sit down in the middle of something entirely unrelated and thus entirely related in reality and start pulling apart the threads or you do it in passing, stopping by the table where they sit to finger at them a bit and set it down and then some day, that day or many down the line, the threads are all disentangled and in the process of putting them together and pulling them apart you have found out so much of the nature of their relationship and you can now see how they can be braided or knotted or woven together in the intuitive and ancient and biological practice of weaving. 

and then they are an entire rope or rug or net of their own.