Sometimes this heavy cloak drops over us, makes it harder to do everything. Sometimes it’s easy to pinpoint where the darkness comes from. Rejection, isolation, loneliness. Dark things outside Today, for me, it’s an accumulation of things. The boarded up windows on shopfronts in Pioneer Square. The homeless camps that are spreading out from the ferry dock, tents lining the elevated walkway. Knowing it’s getting … Continue reading Some days are shit. That’s the shape of it.