I broke a bone for the very first time on July 27, 2023. The tale of how I was betrayed by gravity and gifted a distal radius fracture is pretty silly, all things considered.
I’ve been trying to sit down and write a little something here every single day since the first week of February, when I went on medical leave. It’s taken me half a year to finally, finally squeeze something out about how I'm doing, personally.
This March, I share with my patrons an attempt at a short piece of autofiction (fictionalized autobiography). My goals are to experiment with polyphony and scene transitions between overlapping memories.
I'm writing about chronic pain today, because the last six months have brought about some big, big changes, and it's been a lot to take in.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that any person who suffers from chronic health problems with mental health components, must be in want of someone to cheerfully suggest: "Have you tried meditation and yoga?"
Today my day starts with fishing out a porcelain incense dispenser, the one I use for green tea or dried herbs. I then bring out the last of some dried cedar I harvested
Here is a short list of some behaviours and reactions I have noticed happening a lot since around mid-March. I am just noting them, not analyzing or judging them.
This weekend has been sunny, chilly, and uncharacteristically... eerie. A personal update on how I'm feeling and how I've been keeping myself calm.
This week, a critical video on Elon Musk's "Loop" by donoteat, a brilliant article on Hawaii, tourism, and decolonization by Bani Amor, and a Québecois podcast on depression and anxiety.
Winter is long.