Too Many Unstructured Days

Don’t blame autumn, blame the real culprit

Photo by Igor Rodrigues on Unsplash

This is a short, not sweet post to clear my mind of an insistent-becoming-incessant theme:

The crime that is named Covid seemingly works constantly to wear us down. If it can’t directly infect us with its poisonous virus, then it attacks us indirectly with a miasmic mood mud.