day one hundred and eighty-five - hollow

With everything that’s going on, I, like so many, am feeling closer to the end of my tether than is comfortable. That said, tethered is exactly what we are right now. Tethered to the relative safety of our homes. Tethered to the notion that if I do my civic duty and act responsibly in these times, that there may be some hope.

There’s the deluge of news, both national and international, that seems to be either exposing or promoting great injustices and stupidity. Rhetoric is served at every meal. Zealots piercing the airwaves with such permeance so as to poison the minds of half the masses.

It’s a lot to deal with for even the most mentally healthy amongst us. Sadly, I clearly do not count myself within those ranks. And so, for much of the time, I am either bolstered or burdened with this constant information input. Either way, whilst not being fulfilling, it does saturate the mind and body.

Today though, I feel hollow, as though there’s a chasm inside, and yet, nothing for the echos to reverberate against; an anechoic chamber of emotions and thoughts. I’m still functioning, but it’s more like muscle memory than consciousness.

I’ve no conclusions about this right now. This state of mind rarely, if ever, allows me to draw them. The only solace I can take is knowing that this feeling, like the inexorable nature of time, will pass. Sadly though, right now, that solace feels hollow too.

Kilt of the day - Black Watch Tartan

Soundtrack of the day - Hollow - Freak Kitchen
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtM5S_jtlaY