Rain heavy, worried about leaks. I close the Tetris tab i use to procrastinate things like work or sleep. 1:19am: the most productive time of the day. Worried about life. Thinking of signing up for programs, masters, diplomas. Thinking about death and life. Of me at 80, 90, 99 - looking back here, now. Used to be a believer in a God - well - rather, a life that would never end. finality in clouds, over and over, beyond until the never more fullstop in the middle of a sentence. a day ago i burn after my booster shot (covid 19, is it still here?) and i go downstairs to grab panadol only to lose hearing and stability (vertigo?) on my way up. i thought i might die, well, at the very least faint so close to the nerve of mortality, the body instructs you of your doom. and i want to be a writer i guess i am huh. start a group, community, a something "just put a voice, never mind, just a... word." just put...