I remembered what it was like to leap out of bed with an eagerness for the day but that feeling was long gone.
The art is what you can’t explain about why it made you feel the way it did.
The fallacies and paradox of separating work from life.
One day it will be like this for me I thought.
Winter set in like an abscess, like an infection.
That jig-saw view of life taken apart, put back together.