This last fortnight I have wandered around this little bit of the world I have been confined to. Recognizing only what I want, what feels safe; I have completely disregarded everything else. My surroundings have been muted.
Each day of the last two weeks has been melting together and I’ve been stuck, lost in some crazy fog. There is no telling the days apart because I can’t remember anything that made one day more distinct than the other. I’m not even too terribly sure about what it is I’ve accomplished lately, if anything. Remembering isn’t impossible, but the days have been so taxing that I block much of them out. I need to get back on track, for there to be a separation between one day and the next, but right now too many problems remain present.