A morning run; a promise kept. The world, in these silent times, is different. Resurgent, perhaps?
Maintaing the spirit in Lockdown, a sense of cautions optimism is founf in the darkenss of the night.
Establishing the boundaries of our new lives we concentrate on what we can. Answers don't exist for the question we all ask: when will this end?
We've shut ourselves down. What does this mean? I try to keep my mind quiet, my anxiety at bay; pacified. I don't always win. None of us do.
The silent journey to work, a time shared with anonymous companions that I see each day I take this transit. I wonder if any of them recognise me, or even notice their fellow passengers?
Hello, it's me. Have you missed me? Most probably not. I wish I could say that my short disappearance is down to some mystical adventure I was involved in, but that would be lying. The truth is that I have been absorbed in my own cocoon for a little longer than usual. Growing up as … Continue reading Reminiscing [Onyx]
Facing down the bad weather. Doable, but tough. Glad I'm back at the hab. But that's about all I can think.
Today was one of those days, you know, the ones where everything seems to be going well until you hear someone say: 'Onyx, why don't you sit with me and explain this to me' at exactly 1655hrs and all your brain is capable of computing is how to escape to the nearest empty pod. I … Continue reading Details [Onyx]