8 Jul 2022

I am suspicious of rest and of myself. I cannot (or do not) sit comfortably. I wonder if I could be resting better. I will take vacation and plan my escape but it’s only an escape from the belief that I am not doing enough. I am not doing it right. I am avoiding a cycle I’m doomed to repeat. I think.

A colorful couch sits in front of a dark brown wall with an antique mirror, wide brim hats and plants all hung on it.