This took two days to write, I fell into a nothingness kind of epidemic where I “didn’t find the time” to do the things I wanted.
While I tend to have times like these and I think they’re fine sometimes, they also feel like empty space of time.
I did take the daily photos and draw the daily drawings, which is an advancement, also wrote a lot in the notebook, but it feels like I barely scratched any time out of the day.
What did I do for all the other hours? I don’t remember.
All those hours are a void that doesn’t come back.
