It was, instead, a day to stare at the blue screen and realize that we are all, every millisecond of our lives, just one breath from unbearable tragedy. That realization — when it’s fresh, at least — does not create a conducive atmosphere for anything creative.
I’m at work on the article for Vision now — it’s nuts-and-bolts work, and something that I can get through even in my current shaky state. I am far too much the writer — I spend entirely to much time seeing in full detail what might have been, unable to let it go because it wasn’t what was.
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