collections of short narratives, rewritten episodes, & jovial cynicism





There are days when I do absolutely nothing.

I wake up, eat, workout, shower, eat again, and simply sit.

I’m not sad, but I’m definitely not happy either, and I just sit there passively; not really thinking of one thing in particular, but the umbrella that covers all my thoughts.

Not sad, mad, happy, just am. Shuffling music that somewhat relates or resonates with this atmosphere.

I feel like I should feel bad about the sluggishness, and I don’t, but then I feel bad that I don’t.

And I have no energy, and little tolerance, for anything else.

Tatyana Mann