There are stories and observations for telling, but focus is exhasted by the end of the school week, and loneliness has pinched a nerve in my rib cage that makes it particularly difficult to move.

Trying to express any clear idea has been like trying to grab pieces of a note torn and thrown into the air above my head. There is a desperation to that kind of grasping. Desperation that tuckers out before trying and slumps silent and brooding. When it gets like this it's best to let the pieces settle and the room to clear before any attempt to piece them back together.