I think; I write; occasionally I sleep. Today I dip my toes in waters that were once clear and sparkling home, which became turgid polluted hostility -- and which, I am told, have regained some former lustre.
Remember your humanity and forget the rest.
As life gets longer, the awful feels softer; well, it feels pretty soft to me. And if it takes shit to make bliss then I feel pretty blissfully.
(Modest Mouse, The View)