When I was diagnosed with the Delta Variant, I didn’t tremble in fear about the possible complications of my illness. The weaker I felt, the more I drew strength from awareness of the potent virus brewing within me, ready for dispersal to penetrate flimsy masks that could never hold back the inevitable. Instead of cowering…
Tag: Work
Call a Lid
Why bother to get up and face the world when there’s no point? Maybe you come into semi-consciousness around 7am or 8am, roll over, go back to sleep a few times, and by 8:30am you can be sure you don’t want to talk to anyone or deal with the world today. Your basement is huge…
Neither Career Nor Good Work
We were a bunch of savages gathering random parts collected haphazardly
rather than planning to craft greatness.