It’s only getting worse. I want to cry. I’m starting to lose it now. The sky is cracked. And so have I.
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It’s always worse at night. My vision goes. The shapes and lines start up again. I start to feel like I’m losing part of myself.
History repeats itself.
I took a walk to see The Capitol Building where Congress is trying to pass a bill to keep the government open. The once mighty, respected institution was starting to show its cracks.
Work seems more ominous than I remember.