It's hell writing and it's hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written.
All the new thinking is about loss. In this it resembles all the old thinking
Take the time to write. You can do your life's work in half an hour a day.
August is dust here. Drought
stuns the road,
but juice gathers in the berries.
Nostalgia locates desire in the past where it suffers no active conflict and can be yearned toward pleasantly.