Metaphorically speaking.
It’s a Sunday. I don’t know how it got so far away from me. Being completely caught up yesterday, doing all the things I’ve wanted to, in order to get where I need to be and now, here I am; back behind again.
My face is bruised, blood spews from a cut over my eyebrow; I think my orbital bone is broken.
Metaphorically speaking.
My face swells, my brain too, inside my skull. I swirl, lurch and stagger.
The tasks are piling up.
This is the thing I didn’t want.
This is the pressure I was trying to avoid.
I don’t want to reevaluate.
I want to push through.
I want to make it all mean something.
But it means nothing, like a Wes Anderson film, without the whimsy and quirk, and Scarlett Johansson flashing her naked form.
Yeah, we watched Asteroid City, so I guess, technically, it does include that last thing.
Literally speaking.
So, it’s not all bad, I guess.
Target: 600 words
Written: 498 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: People Of The Deer, Farley Mowat
Comics: Monstress 9-12
Music: Plea For Peace/Taken Action, Volume 2, Various