i don't even know how to be today. i think i will sew a scarf. i need to edit but my chest feels too dead to actually be constructive. to give worth where worth was in some way missing. there are days like this. mostly i know them by how humid my room when i wake up in the morning.

a great number of things get to me. one is the feeling that i am, in some sense, living wrongly. that there are better ways of doing things but for reasons a b & c, i have either not identified them or have identified them and for reasons c d & f have not folded them into my life (schema).

that's just one. the others i won't get into because, well, i think it better to spare you. you're welcome.