Writing through sadness and overwhelm.
On notebooks, on touch, on self-celebration, on whether war is worse than pandemic (yes).
Procrastination, anxiety, using a timer to overcome lethargy, showing off my hair. Friends.
It's a hard time for friendship.
Pandemic stress manifests in different ways!
How surreal this all is... it feels like utter dystopian collapse while simultaneously not so different from quiet days at …
One trifecta of pandemic life: increased self-consciousness, anxiety around errands, how productive is too much/little?