I am so sad. I am so sad it makes me heavier than the sum of my parts. Furthermore, I shift, restless, but it doesn’t help. It’s like—time. All this time in here is on me, has its hooks in me. Maybe if I sleep more, I’ll wake up, and I’ll feel different, but I can’t. The storm is really happening now, and it makes the room feel emptier. Makes me feel emptier.

This is Not a Test