I really did mean to get back to writing these weekly, I promise. The real world keeps being an absolute, unrelenting bastard and getting in the way. In so many ways, this year feels like it never started, and yet so much keeps on happening, and time feels like it’s getting faster. A few days ago, I tweeted about how much I missed those early days in April when it just felt like time was infinite. Obviously those days were terrible in a lot of ways, but there is a strange peacefulness to them that I look back on fondly.
16: Dispatches From The Bad Month
16: Dispatches From The Bad Month
16: Dispatches From The Bad Month
I really did mean to get back to writing these weekly, I promise. The real world keeps being an absolute, unrelenting bastard and getting in the way. In so many ways, this year feels like it never started, and yet so much keeps on happening, and time feels like it’s getting faster. A few days ago, I tweeted about how much I missed those early days in April when it just felt like time was infinite. Obviously those days were terrible in a lot of ways, but there is a strange peacefulness to them that I look back on fondly.