Somewhere in the Middle West

Tonight I am grateful because I have a safe place to sleep, food to eat, and the freedom to make my own decisions. Sometimes I overlook just how rare these things can be and how lucky I am. I’m thankful for those I love and those who are patient with me. I am grateful for the memories of the people I’ve lost and that I’m slowly learning to hold them close, although they are no longer here. I am thankful I can walk and run without complaint, and I must remember to savor this, for this will not always be the case. I’m damned grateful for seven years and nine months without a drink. This year I’ve finally learned to fall asleep in silence, and I’m thankful for that too. I’m also thankful for the first sentence of Neuromancer: “The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”

Each night in 2020, I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I wanted to etch these days into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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