Warning: Gore and Trauma
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I'm staring out the window, unable to concentrate, thinking of my father and of Lawson and of what is required of me here now. Maybe I will end up needing an assistant to keep me on task, because words are just blurring impossibly on the screen—accounts and clients and employees and projects and so much of it feeling like a huge weight that is descending, threatening to crush me if I can't get a firm grip on all of it quickly.
The city is always moving—like a creature in many ways. A creature that doesn't sleep. Or like the ocean. Watching people walking and going about their days is not nearly as calming as the ocean, but the movement is constant. You can easily get lost in thoughts while it keeps going on without you—a constant reassurance that despite what personal tragedies may happen in your life, the world will continue.
