Got up, 2-ish, as usual.
That will be my journal template. True for most days, except the remarkable ones.
Remarkable ones? I have a friend who kept a journal throughout his deepest depression. He later re-read it and concluded “it was the same thing every day, over and over again.”
True for most days.
Expecting peace, I constructed a solitude, and it failed to satisfy.
I write one entry, and the effort echoes for days, weeks even (well, months actually, as you can see from my record), as I review it and think about maybe considering to write another one. I know I’ve said this before, but maybe if I write a little bit every day–even if it constitutes the feeblest of efforts–then… Well, I don’t know. I guess then I’ll write a little every day.