Took this shot on Tuesday evening of the sun setting from St Kilda beach as I rode back from a psych appointment in Albert Park.
Kinda like it.
Unlike the situation here. It’s getting more and more insidiously difficult and yet what is changing? Nothing other than the length of this abnormal state of affairs.
Why do I feel so out of place in stating my discomfort?
Is it because I live in a remarkable part of the world?
Is it because unlike so many other people and also unlike the past 20 or so years of my life, I am gainfully employed by multiple workplaces?
Is it because I now have the ability to ride a bike, the means to feel the wind on my face and the sun glinting off the ocean, together with the realisation things are different ‘over there’ across the waves?
Is it because I have maintained a relationship with someone who has helped me not feel so isolated on the weekends?Or is it just that I have reached the end of my rope so dedicatedly intertwined with my history of tenacity and determination?
I know I’m not alone.
I see you.
