I’m spending time alone, hoping that meaning is one of those things you find when you’re not looking.
I’m catching up with work. I’m thinking about reading books. I’ve reached level 21 in my seventh-ish attempt at dead-is-dead Skyrim.
Exciting stuff. Really.
In this quiet, when I’m not paying attention, I can almost hear myself railing, “you are more than the sum of your parts”