My Life As A Respite
I’m in retirement now
And so I try to do as little as possible
As such, my waking life
Has become a respite
Not so much from my past career
But from my nightly dream world
Where my life is a constant turmoil
Of new places, new people, new selves even
A constant whirlwind
I fortunately don’t remember most of
But what I do remember
Takes a full day of doing nothing
To recover from.
(6/16/26)
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