On Rest And How To Find It
The Muse Letter No. 142
We grow roots in darkness. Reaching deep into ourselves, grounding our feeble existence.
Slowly I watch the light fade, I have not been outside today, instead I have sat in my bed, wrapped like a burrito, pretended for a while that I didn’t feel cold enough to turn the heating on. Alas I eventually caved.
There’s apparently no amount of blankets that can warm up a cold nose.
It’s too late to go outside, I convince myself. In the half-dark of a quarter to four. There is no vitamin D out there any longer. So why bother?
Instead I eat the chocolate croissant I have saved for the next morning, it will give me another reason to leave the flat, tomorrow. Which is good because apparently I don’t see any other. My neck is aching, as I am not just eating a croissant but I am also sitting like one in front of my laptop finishing another show on Netflix.
Welcome to my winter hermit mode.
– For the last four years I have made a conscious decision to go int…