… is draw.
I forced myself to draw something warm and comforting today.
It helped more than I thought it would.
The feelings of anxiety, exhaustion, apathy and being forgotten have lessened a little, and once again art has come to my rescue.
No more introspective writing for a while, I think, unless it is about my desire to see a guinea pig in miniature bat wings or a self-invented recipe for cupcakes…