5 Oct, 2020
Out of Control
This year the day is today and I can’t remember yesterday or tomorrow. Last year things felt more connected, as if actions had an effect on outcomes. This year I feel trapped in a hamster wheel, where nothing can really matter or happen. Next year I can’t begin to predict how we’ll exist, either in this cage or outside it. This year all I expect is the very next step, as the treadmill spins out of control.