Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even kinda true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
The box from storage is full of old notebooks, both from high school and from college in Arizona. I pull out a few to look at them, and this one in particular is full of scribblings that look like a serial killer wrote it.
I’m super proud of the fact that I am not overwhelmed by nostalgia, but this one looks like what depression feels like.
I put the books back in the box and shove the box back up in the storage space.