December 14, 2019
He holds his head. It feels about to explode. His thoughts aren't making sense. It's as if he's justifying everything with glass shards, and it's making his head hurt. There's a place in the future where the past cannot reach. It's always 2 steps ahead, never stopping, never looking back. How does he go there and does he want to? It seems this move away from home has brought him to a sort of limbo where colors are blurring into each other and he sees clarity, at last, but it's an image of him as a little boy—coddled, confused.