I pour a cup of tea, sip it, delighting in its aroma.
I pack my bag for work, glance at news headlines on my phone, and contemplate dinner.
I prepare lesson plans and life plans, all the while wondering if any of it matters.
I place my keys on a magnetic hook, glance through a new book, and consider leftovers.
Life has become a news stream, a ticker tape parade of banal bits and sordid pieces, that fails to bore or shock anymore: a birthing of and dying in indifference.
I pick up my pillow, hold it close, finding comfort in nostalgia.
Until Next Time,