We went walking around Cornwall Park today. It was grey. Time feels scarce. I promised to keep an eye on the crows an the ghost tree. My father asked me what my vision for the future was, what I wanted to do with my life.
Guilt. I didn’t have an answer and I didn’t know what to say. It couldn’t tell him that this was taking up my whole life. That this is what I was trying to do well right now.