July 20th, 2021

sol

Lost in Place

I am so fucking sick of this rain. We have trees coming down. Roadside embankments collapsing. Streets flooding. And these grey skies. Our high today was, reputedly, 87˚F.

I am utterly inactive, hardly working, and completely exhausted. This will be, I think, the 20th day since I was last Outside.

Right now, I'm trying not to waste precious energy on another rant, like the one from yesterday. Those ignorant, pigheaded fuckers are not worth it.

It's not just the actual work that's become difficult. It's doing the smallest things, everything that is not simply sitting still, waiting.

The afternoon's film was Danny Boyle's Sunshine (2007).

The days are rarely bad. The days are almost never good. The days simply are, one after another.

Later,
Aunt Beast




9:59 p.m.