Traveler In A Strange Land

A Sunday letter.

Dear Friend,

It’s about three or four in the morning right now, and I’m on a cautious upswing after a bad midweek. I haven’t been outside for a few days, but it might happen later on today. I don’t know. The only drawing I did from life this week was this:

I know. Inspiring, right? Yeah, not really. I don’t even believe in the reality of that waiting room…