Published October 27, 2024

I’ve never wanted to find a better job more than I do now, and yet, I know that I am hurting my chances by posting some of what I put here. Knowing that, I decided that it’s better to be honest about my life.

So there.

I’ve been going through photo and screenshot archives and being reacquainted with people’s reflections on their lives, ones that moved me enough to save them. It’s given me a sense of continuity in ways that help.

A counter on my phone tells me it’s now 1,688 consecutive days that I’ve been mostly alone inside my tiny studio apartment. That’s more than 4 1/2 years. I can relate, Annie. More than two years after feeling this in my bones, I can still relate.

I feel so isolated and disconnected that I’m not even sure I actually exist in real life anymore.”

Not that I’d feel safe or comfortable at all going back into an office to work. Yikes.

Sending love to everyone who’s having a hard time.