Sep 04 2019


At first I hardly noticed. I’ve been busy, I’ve been traveling, didn’t miss it at all- less to do at night, more news repeats.

But the news got worse and worse and I was developing the shakes along with an overwhelming feeling of despair. I lay awake most nights, staring at the ceiling lit by the flickering light, counting the cracks.

Suddenly I’m inundated. There are those that would urge me to seize the “progress” I’ve made and commit to my detoxification.

Well screw that. I think I’m going to wallow in it now.