I can’t simply go. I got all my commitments to complete: texts to write, house to tender, husband to love. And this meaningless, endless job to do. All that external, but today the only thing I want to do is go away. I wish I could go to Bolinas or similar, watch the fog and the ocean, smell the salt water, feel the breeze, shriver, very very cold, but ALIVE. I just wanted this, so simple, so cheap, but fundamental to sanity.
