Sunday, June 19, 2016
I'm out of everything--money, pictures, words. I may begin posting simple squares with the phrase, "Your thoughts here" inside. I'm lying low, laying up, keeping the walls between me and the outside. I don't approve of anything that is going on, but now is not the time to say so. People sicken me. I'm certain the feeling is mutual. I'm trying hard to keep the rot away. It takes everything I have.