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It’s been a week now since I’ve arrived in Lisbon. It’s startling to think how quickly it’s gone. I’m not displeased with the amount of progress I’ve made since, but I just get the sense it’s not enough. Enough for what? Of course, I mean by this “enough” to cast away this senseless stupor. It has felt like a dream of sorts but not the dream I had hoped it would be. What a stupid and recalcitrant sadness. Ungovernable emptiness.