15 Mar 2022

The last two years I have slowly, deeply waded into a rumination pool. I realize a glow has faded and wonder if it’s because of this sickness or because I have grown, inevitably, into someone I resent. What a bizarre and heavy thought to carry along.

A man stands on an overpass with a to-go cup of tea and orange-rimmed glasses, dressed in all black. Tall buildings loom in the background.

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