…stays in quarantine. Seriously, what just happened? I will admit to nothing about the past few months other than being a little weirder than I usually am – which, admittedly, is pretty weird.
That’s okay. I had a lot of alone time, and that gave me a chance to come to peace with things about myself. Maybe “being at peace with myself” is not the best way to put it. It’s more like I have found a way to cohabitate with the uncertainty of all that is me with *minimal* internal bloodshed. I’m now exchanging regular letters with my inner Goddess, and boy is She wild.
Among other things, we’re working on a story for this sci-fi contest about a world without police. It has to be positive and not a dystopia by the way. I’m almost to the point of having an idea about that…. The story will probably be terrible but I don’t even care anymore. It’s the insanely wonderful idea of the thing.
I feel like writing possibly my most deconstructive (and hopefully constructive) – story yet, yeah that is perfect for this moment in time. It’s like stopping to take a breath. Everything you think you know stops. Then, quick, rush to build it up again, to find that nothing has really changed. At the same time, everything has changed. That’s where I am at right now..
I feel (almost entirely) at peace with myself. This is a strange feeling. I wonder what happens next. Is this what normal people feel like all the time? Probably not. I don’t think that I will ever be entirely “normal.”