August 7, 2016
August, so far, has been unwieldy and hazy. It's only the first week and already I feel like weeks have passed. As always, I have a lot I want to say to you, and find it hard to find the right words once I am in front of you. It's not even about finding the right words, I feel, it's finding the purpose of even saying them. Perhaps if I simply write them without the intent of letting you know, it would be enough. Perhaps not. It's possible you won't ever read these. I prefer that, to be perfectly honest.