Ten.One Thousand & Sixty-Seven
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What is today going to be like? 
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It just feels like a sham. 
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But remember not to waste your energies on the foolishness. Let it go. 
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Baby snails in the grass. So tiny. So slow. 
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She asks me about my long-term vision and I realize that I don’t really know. Kesha called it “Corona Clarity.” And I do have that. There is clarity around what I am and am not willing to tolerate. But when it comes to this, I don’t know. 
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The cool breeze. More lemons falling from the tree. More unripened plums on the ground. Must do something with them. 
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Her earnestness. Is “earnestness” the right word? Yes, I think it is. 
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Whereas I thought I would be open to the opportunity, now, I am feeling cut off. 
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Their three faces. We begin with the hurts but end with laughter. 
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All of it just feels empty.