By which I mean sit down and type, merely type.
Type answers to emails. Type search engine terms. Type evaluations and recommendations and answers to questions and requests for funding and resumes and regrets and tags and summaries and hopefully something in the midst of all that that touches on a feeling or two, that connects one thought with another, or that at the very least makes a dent in the towering inbox.
I despair of finding my continuity in the mass of cotton batting that has taken up residence in my head.
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