Out and about

Serene graffiti on frenetic day.
Run, prison, uni, hospital (wandering miles of ancient corridor and lighthouse staircases to confirm fat lump is fat lump) lovely dinner with flatmate, emails, uni work, uni work, uni work.

Prison teaching was eye opener. Teachers there are incredible, hope I find some way to contribute during the placement, who knows?

Always today, distracted by the the something small solidifing in my mind. Slow. Like coral. Strange how a thing can get under your skin, how you let it, how it is provoked, projected, pretended into happening. Some sane part of me knows it would be a disaster and is screaming at me to wake up to this impending and still preventable mess. What's wrong with me that I find such self preservation so hard? Time away has never been more needed. T minus 4 days till France.

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