I Get Out

“We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.”
Tennessee Williams, The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore

Skull Mural – Design District, Dragon Street, Dallas, Texas

I have been trapped inside (except for going to work all the time – which is even worse). I think I’m losing my mind.

I did get out today – actually went to a wedding in the design district. It felt odd. So odd I’m getting worried that I have lost all my abilities as a social animal – which were never strong to begin with.

2 responses to “I Get Out

  1. Are you not bicyling? It might be time to swap some time on the bike for time spent writing. If it weren’t for my ability to live unmasked at work on the docks and when I roam with my camera, I’m fairly sure I’d be rocking in a corner by this time. You need your mind — don’t lose it!

    • I have been riding – There was a gap, one of my medications was causing severe muscle pain and weakness which set me back. I have that mostly under control and have been trying to build my mileage back. It is all alone though – miss riding and neighborhood loops with others and to destinations.

      “At work on the docks” – I’m sure that’s hard work and it gets old – but it sounds cool anyway.

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