hear my voice, from Past the outer limits

the most honest i could be right now, in This

since summer solstice, more acutely, but certainly cascading downstream from before then— i have been in an Unprecedented Struggle exacerbated dangerously by not being able to sleep for 9 or 10 days; i have been wanting to write on substack in my more cohered moments— to have some kind of record, an acknowledgment of present circumstances, a Thank You For It All, ‘in case something happened to me’ in my continued derangement and unravelling— but Here is that moment; not with words, but with my voice. last night was the most i slept since this all started.

continued in the note below.

the second part of what i wanted to share with you:

fotos: padraic colum’s the golden fleece book; my gratitude graff; jenna’s flower.

for context + concern’s sake: i am in the care of my family in NYC. i welcome emails, txts, calls, messages, visits, presence; you are not bothering me; i am willing and as i am able.

i love you all, thank you All-ways, and thank you for reading / listening.

<3