August 4, 2022

Writing sonnets. I can’t shake the depression brought on by gratuitousness of the last few days, but somehow that state of mind doesn’t affect creativity the way you’d think it would. I resent a little sitting down first thing and writing, before coffee, before recalling the state of things, but that’s what happens. My state of mind creates a cascade effect. I forgot today was cleaning day, so Iris sat at the door for 45 minutes while I was upstairs, obsessively watching videos, ignoring my phone. 

Breonna Taylor’s murderers are finally charged.