I’ve been posting comparatively little recently.
That’s because there is nothing to say and no one to say it to.
I have developed understanding of all those middle-aged people I used to think poorly of, who seemed to live life on a dull treadmill of endless busywork, uninspired.
“How are you?”
“Same as yesterday. Same as last week. Same as last month. Same as last year.”
“What have you been up to?”
“Same as yesterday. Same as last week. Same as last month. Same as last year.”
“Any plans?”
“None but to go to bed, then wake up and do it all again tomorrow.”