Fragmentation
December, already. My day off swirled down and fell apart. The sunset is a Maxfield Parrish gift that I feel like I am touching with dirty hands. I waste too much. December, already. All that time. The year burning down. I really never thought, at this point last year, that I would be like this, now. Cheers to, Not Knowing. Used to love this month. I don’t even know why I’m typing this. Automation. I’m a wind-up doll, walking through the minutes. December, already.