A sense of what's to come

Lately I've been thinking both about the future and the past

Lately, I’ve been having sleepless nights. Met with fits of unease. My mind is unhappy with something. I go to bed exhausted and wake with pains in my back and unease in my head.

Something is eating me, I don’t know whether it is simply summer time, and the cast of ennui that comes when the “work season” has ended, or whether the upcoming protests in DC, and continued infringement on people’s rights, is to blame.

I feel the sense that I don’t know where my ship is going.

In May I was waitlisted at Cranbrook school of art in their painting department. It would be a dream to go to Cranbrook. They are one of the most experimental, exciting art schools in the US.

On the other hand, so much is happening here, and in the world.

Can I really go back to school?

I miss friendship, I miss community, I miss all the things the pandemic has taken from us.