If I were microscopic, I think I would be seeing synapses disintegrate. At the beginning of the day, there was a situation that seemed irreconcilable, one where you are stuck between compassion and the logic of being pressed with too many decisions. It was not so easy to deal with interruptions after that. Things get heavy.

I feel like an iceberg is sitting on my neck. All of my energy is sunken into work. Going to Belize. Maybe one of those places to find a house or summer studio, collective, take the ex-pat route…