December 14, 2019
I am stalled, and it feels like returning to my natural condition. Last year, in spite - or perhaps because of - my myriad personal problems, I got shit done. Flat: renovated except for one room. Lease extension: wheels put in motion. And now? That one room is still a dumping space for all the junk I moved during the renovation. My neighbour will not move on the lease extension. My garden has also returned to its natural condition: unkempt jungle. I try to maintain composure, but I feel the undercurrent. I am not out of the woods, and never will be.