it dumped me onto a railroad track that ended in the gleaming steel security gates of a fish hatchery

I am starting to push back against the narrative that most of our impulses and habits and tendencies are wrong

I laid down for ten seconds and stared at the sky till I could only see blue and the sun

The Cowichan River braided itself to the sea in a snarl of dust coloured mud

I would never move again, at least not for an hour, and I would see in reality just how flawed was the dead reckoning I used to navigate this fucking pandemic

I ran from my house to the top of a mountain.

I whip out my phone and thumb the ideas into Notes on a cracked, rain-spattered screen.

After about two hours of walking I get into the “oh, I didn’t know I was angry about that” phase.