Sent.

Last night I watched a film after quite a while. I realised that the last few months have been a blue blur. Rushed stories retold in my head, green pints and glasses of red, and drives. A steady stream of brakelights crossing my consciousness. Have I met new people? Yes. Maybe. I feel saturated. So many people to meet. I think I need to get into a quiet phase. Where it's me, my books and five quiet minutes of solitude. Even as I write this I find white noise, a cacophony of distractions, poking my attempts at undulated focus. They gnaw away at my sense of self. slowly.