What is today going to be like?

It just feels like a sham.

But remember not to waste your energies on the foolishness. Let it go.

Baby snails in the grass. So tiny. So slow.

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.

The cool breeze. More lemons falling from the tree. More unripened plums on the ground. Must do something with them.

Her earnestness. Is “earnestness” the right word? Yes, I think it is.

Whereas I thought I would be open to the opportunity, now, I am feeling cut off.

Their three faces. We begin with the hurts but end with laughter.

All of it just feels empty.