I haven’t written in so long and I recognize the familiar feeling. It creeps up on you. Not in the way everyone writes about something ‘creeping’ up on you, romanticizing it to seem that somewhere deeeeep in your unconscious, you sense the thing creeping up on you.

No, you look down one second, days past, and before you know it your knees are on the porcelain tile in your favorite bathroom and you can’t stop.