It’s a shell; this container of mostly water propelled by questionable mind.
I feel the exact opposite of grounded. You know? Where you are so very present and in the world?
My mind lives in the ether. It connects through wires and the web. My persona is this edited carefully lit entity that gets pushed through zoom or discord for some time before I disconnect.
“Disconnect” is a good word.
I’m thankful for the boys. That’s real. Sharing meals or cooking is an in-body experience. Cody (rightly so) says that I’m hermiting and that isn’t the best thing. True. Not sure how to get out of this loop. This bubble I’m in is safe and cozy even if it’s apart.