Written June/July 2016
When I live so isolated, with just a small amount of people around me and no chance for real freedoms, things sit up, and I’m finding myself in the same emotional position over and over.
It’s almost a feeling of helplessness. Of feeling the qi, or prana, inside this world of mine is being tapped out by those around me, even if they don’t mean to be doing so. It’s a scuttered scramble to the top of mountains, on empty stomachs.