Short version.

Got up, went to bed.

Short version.

Woke, did stuff, got drunk, slept.

Slightly longer one.

Left the bed after dreams in which an exam was taking place and an essay was not finished and the pages of all that had already–been written, lost.

Stretched.

Along the way showered and dressed and fed.

Outside walking, watching the forest day unfold.

A woodpecker at work.

Birds singing.

The first cuckoo of the year calling.*

Cutting wood, clearing pathways.

Reading.

Sketching.

Trying to make sense of a nonsensical world.**

One that’s falling apart all around, everywhere one looks.

Drinking.

Sleeping.

 

* previously published in The Archives. (please note some terms have changed)

** still trying