What

I find myself beyond exhausted, despite not doing very much, and I want nothing more than to find that careful combination of things and stimulus that will either make everything make sense or go away.

 

Nothing seems worth it, nothing seems to actually matter, just this endless slog of need and exhaustion that I’ll never be adequate to.

 

No art today. No writing. Only blah.

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