Shortest-Day Doorway
Solstice. Stepped through the shortest-day doorway to Winter. Felt nothing but cold and peripherally broken down. Wasted the hours; an increasingly common occurrence. Headphoning odd music, now. Just looking forward to lying down and shutting off, again. Feel like I only existed in a tangential way on the first day of Winter. Quiet house. My eyes are sore. The timer has turned off the Christmas tree lights.