It's a cruel summer...

Everything seems different now. Going to sleep and waking up really has cathartic value. As if I was born again, and suddenly the room I am in looks far more familiar to me than it did this morning when I woke up and stumbled through it, trying to find the kitchen, desperate for a drink of water, desperate to piece together what happened last night. And yet it no longer seems shot through with pain, and sadness. It no longer seems emblematic of a life I cannot consider living. The ticking of the clock at my shoulder is no longer just marking time. It speaks to me. Relax, it says. Relax, and take what comes.