Today, it feels like the whole world is moving, but I’m stuck here, standing still. Unfinished paperwork and dirty laundry pile up like mountains around me, and all I do is stare, hoping by some miracle of God they will go away on their own. I can’t turn to my normal vices. Food tastes bland, hunger is a far more appetizing substitute. Music is too loud, too abusive on my delicate ears. So what can I do?
I can write this, to you.