I am thinking of how my days feel the same.
I am thinking of how my days feel the same. Days are winding down in perpetuity. My sense of self is getting blurry, sometimes loneliness sets in and at other times I am simply bored. One way to get myself out of this melancholy is the knowledge that there is going to be a day we can manage. We would come together and we each would have our own stories to tell like we just experienced this absurd and dangerous time on another planet. The reassurance of this moment happening at some point in the future gives me the meaning that I need for today.
Photo: The exit of the Vatican Museum, Vatican City, 2012