I can’t look away. I can’t not see it. My mind won’t relax. I must tidy.
Travel. Before the journey, comes the preparation. A time spent in the canyons of the mind, circling at the mercy of doubt.
A short story, a message to myself, found again by accident. Written a year ago. It is a message of hope, written in an uncertain time.
An unpleasant day in the office. I know I am just a meat sack, but today I really felt it.
Thinking about the give we all need to have. The ability to bend inwards. The abiltiy to think about our identitiy.
Facing down a day I knew was coming, all week. Facing the pressure and gritting my teeth. Here we go.