It takes forever to set up a loom, but you can mark your thoughts by the rows you’ve done, the ratio of warp to worry. Here is another idea that might have been better, and here is the time this will take to make, and here is the anxiety that this will be ugly, so freakin’ ugly, but you will love it because you made it and lose your critical faculties to sentiment.
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Or, even worse, the rows dissolve into another set of thoughts: the ones that you’ve avoided, that cling to the sides of your attention and not just late at night, that want to be turned over and examined, and rolled out like wool batting on a piece of silk. Macrame was the art of sailors, with rope and knot-tying ability and days of time, and somewhere in the back-and-forth lull of the same tiny gestures, you might accidentally let yourself think..
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Apparently most handloom weavers before the industrial revolution were men who battened flax with sufficient force to make shirting. They raged against machines, breaking automatic looms under the cover of night, and were hanged or transported as prisoners to another continent.
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What do you have left to worry about when you’ve confronted your last ambition, the one you couldn’t even say out loud to yourself, the one that might be tinged with unkindness, except as soon as you thought it, you knew it was true? What’s left: the feel of your feet widening against the ground, and the location of every light source in the room, and your breathing matched to the tug of yarn, the forming callus: this moment, the very last row.