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I Have Thoughts 12
It’s 2021 (!) and I’m still going to have thoughts. And then some of those thoughts will find their way here. So this is a series. Of thoughts. Published randomly. For no reason. Thank you for coming.
I have hit a wall. A large metaphorical wall. Of understanding, or wanting to understand, or the ability to understand. I have hit a wall in my limits. I have run into the thing like some cartoon character. It has flattened my face and dulled my senses.
It’s not the plague though I’m sure there’s that. Here in Montreal, we are under a curfew now and are forbidden from galavanting outside after 8 PM, which seems early, doesn’t it? Unless you have to walk your dog (no joke), or deliver a pizza or work in a hospital, or have some other job for which your employer has granted you a government issued pass. My friend is a professor and he has one. I have a dog but I’ve yet to use her as a legit curfew buster. I will soon enough.
But I have hit a wall. Writing is difficult. Reading is difficult. Even deciding what to watch or stream is difficult. Thinking is proving problematic. I’m thankful that the NHL season has begun and that the NFL playoffs are reaching their climax (the modern sports-industrial complex is built on males’ avoidance of difficult issues and…feelings). I am cooking, every night. My inlaws are not doing well and my wife is busy caring for her parents…
