Entries

The dishes, done before noon

Finishing the dishes didn't fix the day. It just meant one corner of the kitchen stopped asking anything of me, and for a while, that felt like enough.

Daily Life

The kettle at 5 a.m.

Some mornings start before the light does. The kettle clicks on before the decision is even made — whether to keep pretending that you might sleep again.

Late Nights

Awake at the hour with no name

There's a stretch of night with no name of its own — too late to call it evening, too early to call it morning. I've spent a lot of it awake, thinking.

Still Here

No neat ending tonight

Some nights don't resolve. They just stop, eventually, without anything getting fixed. I'm writing this down anyway, because you're probably still up too.