David Sedaris
If you don't sit on your table and start to write, it will never happen.
So here we are at 8:49 PM on a Sunday night, and seeing what, if anything, will emerge.
With the ongoing lock-down, friends online have started labeling their entries with Quarantine, Day 17, so it feels like we are in a collective prison. If someone would wish to transmit their scream into the online world, we probably would be able to hear something.
I have a headache, which I wish would just go away