August 28, 2018:
The planes go over. I don't want to be on them.
I don't want to be here. I don't want to be there. I don't want to be somewhere new. I don't want to be anywhere.
I want to be inside my head, the way my mother was inside her head, the way I was inside my head when I was addicted.
I want to be asleep. I want to be only partially present. I want to be more elsewhere than anywhere.