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August is about to draw to a close, which for all intents and purposes, means the summer’s now over. I’ve been making good progress on the game. It feels more complete now than it ever has. I think I will be able to achieve my goal of finishing the plotting by the time I leave here. I feel optimistic again, in a calm, measured way, free from the urgency of mania or neurotic impotence. The work comes to me naturally and unhurried in its inspiration, like it did at the beginning.

I’ve been feeling better these past few weeks, about both my work and the things I want in my life. I’ve achieved a degree of clarity and peace that I’ve been missing this whole time. I don’t think it’s the change in place so much as it is the change in circumstance, which simultaneously gives me hope that I will be able to feel this again and that it is well within my reach; yet also makes me fear that it will not endure the return home.