More than a year has passed. I’m still healing from economic uncertainty and pandemic isolation, exposed as I was to life’s crushing fragility. I didn’t respond well to this exposure. I hid from my throbbing emptiness by turning to the immediate pleasures accessible by a computer. I still feel shame at the habits of my self-destruction, seeing in them the brutality that Allos himself feared.
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To Struggle Against Loneliness
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More than a year has passed. I’m still healing from economic uncertainty and pandemic isolation, exposed as I was to life’s crushing fragility. I didn’t respond well to this exposure. I hid from my throbbing emptiness by turning to the immediate pleasures accessible by a computer. I still feel shame at the habits of my self-destruction, seeing in them the brutality that Allos himself feared.