It might have been nice to go back to the coast for Mother’s Day.
The idea provides the tiniest modicum of relief from some kind of disembodied waste, probably orchestrated by bots for all I know.
As it is I have an appointment at the hospital tomorrow for something my panic merchant doctor wants to get checked out.
I will forget this idea, this feeling, as I usually do.
In the moments that follow I will give up the fight, (again), in spirit at least.
It feels good to say that. It makes me think of the real people in my life, who I could engage with, who I have neglected so badly.
Why should I even share this intimacy with the bots and the people who remain totally anonymous to me?