I just helped wheel/steer a longboard with four oversized heavy duty canvas wrapped in twine upon it, nine blocks in the heart of Chicago at 5:45am in the fog.
I’m in a fog. What is sleep. What is time. What is this.
I haven’t been tired enough to sleep or fully awake enough to function in the last 72 hours.
Nothing is getting done fast enough. Everything needs to be done. The time is running out. How can I fill fourteen pages. How can I start and finish this painting? How can I learn to code a website in the next 30 hours.
I need an epiphany to jumpstart me. I feel so out of it.