Can I feel the days getting shorter? Is this just psychosomatism, or is it something closer to the soil? There is winter in my bones, and autumn on my skin.
I had dinner with one of my sisters, and this is likely contributing to how I’m feeling. Family always fucks me up this way. I don’t know how to be comfortable with where I come from.
It troubles me that I do my best work when I’m troubled. I spent all day designing for restraint (always restraint), and I created and deleted more in one day than I’ve done in the last year. I need to channel this, while it lasts.
There is something more here, and I need to find and follow it.
If you’re running in a fog too thick to see, you might as well close your eyes.