“Paper jam in the upper left tray”
“Open drawer and remove paper”
“Paper jam in tray 2. Replace paper”
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My new printer keeps jamming. I go to university, and their printer keeps getting jammed as well.
Paper jam. What’s that?
Ink, pen, words, thoughts, concepts, narratives.
Paper, pages, sheet, blank, SPACE!
A jolt of excitement flew through my brain, this is it!
I need space, proper space, perhaps SPACES to express. I’m chocking on my own thoughts and opinions. Every time I want to express, I can’t find the proper space to do so. So I choke.
Now what?
I’ll start with deciding to TAKE SPACE!
As much space as I wish.. In these times, I don’t think it matters any more!
I have been terrified to say the wrong thing, to say things out of there “receptacles” and thus be “dis•respect•ful”. But I’m getting the message now, loud and clear!
Yesterday, I collapsed upon listening to this:
{إِنَّ الَّذِينَ يَكْتُمُونَ مَا أَنزَلْنَا مِنَ الْبَيِّنَاتِ وَالْهُدَىٰ مِن بَعْدِ مَا بَيَّنَّاهُ لِلنَّاسِ فِي الْكِتَابِ ۙ أُولَٰئِكَ يَلْعَنُهُمُ اللَّهُ وَيَلْعَنُهُمُ اللَّاعِنُونَ}