I work again on projects, a good sign of my improving mental health. Restless and isolated, I create.
I solder together strings of LEDs and super glue them into a coat. I sketch out a pair of light-up Cupid wings for an upcoming Valentine’s Day party. I ask for my optometric prescription and order better sunglasses. I contemplate trips far away into Death Valley and Vietnam.
I’ll fill this emptiness with somethingness.