Doctoring whomst

It was a perfectly lovely weekend, really.

And yet I still. I still —

{silence, a moment of silence}

And in the gap between space and time I exhausted myself completely. It’s becoming a bit of a race — to reach a destination, complete my intended activities, and return to a place I can rest before my body and mind start turning into blobs. I danced and rested and danced and still pushed myself into five hours on buses and walking in sunshine I was too heavily dressed to accomodate and a girl bleeding from her brow — today’s children are so matter-of-fact about their damage, in ways I am myself, and good for them, probably.

But I paid for it the following days in mindfog and aching joints. I’m still just so tired.