I used to be in the newspaper business. Not really, but that’s fun to say. Early in the pandemic, I was aching for connection. Not because I was suddenly stuck in lockdown, but because I had been feeling empty for such a very long time, and now everyone was sharing their feelings of loneliness and anxiety and hunger for touch. Now there was a space in the zeitgeist for people like me — a little emo, a little earnest, and someone who often felt there was a wall or pane of glass between me and the rest of the world.
I look for something else to hold onto.
Feet against grass, eyes shut, I forget the endless list.
Sometimes, after a long forgetting, I remember something I know.
I keep trying to let go. Again. Again.