Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. It was one of the summers, but against all odds I’ve made it to the start of autumn. We’ve been hit by a great many torrents of rain, although not to the extent that Jake’s experiencing in Cascadia. I’ve seen plenty of films this summer, although I’d never get this entry out if I took the time to describe them all. Unfortunately this hasn’t been a year of blockbusters, although I’m excited for Francis Ford Coppola’s “Megalopolis” at the end of the week. Trve Kinography, Absolvte Cinema even, is coming to theaters. Hopefully Ciro doesn’t cancel.
I’ve been trying to reconnect with others. It was a lonely summer. Isolation drove me to the brink. And yet I stand here on the other side just as unfulfilled as when I graduated. I promised myself to refrain from updating this blog until things started looking up, but now that they have, I still feel hollow, save for mental shrieks of guilt or shame which echo within now and again.
I’ve started regularly attending a gym that’s opened about ten minutes away from me. I’ve been watching what I eat, keeping to a budget of around 1500 calories a day. I’ve seen progress, but not fast enough for my liking. Therapy’s been a mixed bag; I’ve been making progress there, in some respects, but nothing is enough. I’ve been using my brother and my cousins as a crutch; I know I shouldn’t, but otherwise my thoughts and feelings just consume me like a wildfire.
I have a busy day tomorrow, and although it’s only 2030 or so I just want to sleep. So I’ll leave it here.
Sierpinski Tetrahedron 