“For days now,my brain has refused to allow me to finish a thought,constantly interrupting with worries.Even my worries get interrupted—by new worries,or facets of old worries I had not adequately considered.My thoughts are a river overflowing its banks,churning&muddy&ceaseless.I wish I wasn’t so scared all the time—scared of the virus,yes,but there is also some deeper fear:the terror of time passing,and me with it.”
— Nov 19, 2024 04:18AM
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