I heard a long time ago that if the conditions are right, a person can drown in a few inches of water. I think about that fact – if it is a fact – often. Doesn’t matter how I’m feeling; I just…think about it.

I don’t mind all that much. Death doesn’t scare me. It probably should but I’ve already done it and it’s not bad.

I know that I think about drowning not for the death element, but for its metaphorical potential. What, besides water, do we drown in?

Well, lots. Obviously. It’s not exactly an unexplored thread.

There is not much point to this post. I’m not interested in writing about my circumstances or anyone else’s. But I thought about drowning in a puddle again, and I needed to exorcise that spiral.

Recommendations:

Music: Jason Isbell’s new album came out. Some of it is good, some of it is disappointingly bro-y. “Bury Me” is great. Very stripped down.

1. Currently reading: Words are My Matter, Ursula K Le Guin (I love her collections, even when they’re dry.)
2. Bought a subscription to the NY Times because if I’m going to read about sad stuff, might as well have it be written well.
3. I’m not sure why, but using traditional pencils makes me feel nice.