Sunrise was beautiful.

The rest of the day felt heavy, uninspiring, like an unfinished, unloved project. Elise is sick with fever that wouldn’t go down, no matter what I try. I feel frustrated about work, about the lack of resonance, clarity and human connection. About the fact that no one effing cares. I wonder why I care, if I still care. I’m not alone, but I feel lonely.

It’s full moon tonight and the moon is beautiful.