11.1.25

How do I return to center? No beauty today. Just rage, hatred, a sense of having lost art making wherever it left me. Is it true that by walking through the dark, we'll return to ourselves? I'm still walking but there's nobody here. 

Talking to E_ in the park, I tell her I forgot that the night is so complete. The repetition of the days is killing me. I remember C_____'s cruelty. Some people give you a box of darkness, and that's all there is.