It’s only getting worse. I want to cry. I’m starting to lose it now. The sky is cracked. And so have I.
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.