Don’t worry, I’m not copping out on SOL with a bunch of photos. I just thought it’d be helpful to provide a visual for my slice as of late. See, snow. A lot of it. More coming. It’s hard to pick one moment in the day as a slice because the whole day feels like one big slice…themes are recurring and are woven throughout the day, like subplots in a TV episode. I have days where it all blurs together and time falls into this weird vortex where I open my eyes at 6am, then all of a sudden it’s 12:30, and then it’s 3pm and then it’s 6:30 and then it’s 10 (if I’m lucky) and I’m closing my eyes again, not really sure where the day went or what exactly I did. My cousin’s wife told me once that we have this thing called motor memory, where we do things without thinking about it. This was after I told her that sometimes I get home and I have no memory of driving home. That’s what my life is like sometimes–I have no memory of how I got through the day. I just get through it, even when it’s not the same old stuff I always do, it feels like it.
I think I’m tired.