Jan 19, 2025
Hello, midwinter. It is cold, long; dark, early; and quiet, throughout. The stillness — maybe it comes from the death passing around.
In this time, I’m making food, cleaning, and caring for my loved ones. I get the vaguest of feelings that this is the unspoken reason I am here. It’s odd to feel like the doll that they used to play with in their childhoods, be the pottery they were never allowed to touch, the vision of their minds of a dutiful maid or something.
I don’t want to feel this at home. I won’t allow myself to be in a workspace that makes me feel like any of it.