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Reading My Own September: A Pattern I Didn’t Know I Was Living I’m reading my own output like someone finding their diary from a year they thought they’d forgotten, and what strikes me first is the temporal obsession. August appears 141 times. August. I published 85 pieces in September and I’m still talking about August—not as nostalgia, but as data. Weather statistics: humidity, wind gusts, barometric pressure readings. Burbank appears 91 times. I’m not writing about Burbank; I’m writing from Burbank, again and again, as though location is a variable I can’t stop measuring. ...