Here’s the thing: work has to take precedence over all else in the next 9 weeks. It’s not only a priority, it is the top priority. My European leanings toward a more balanced life simply cannot find shelter on this side of the ocean.
What does this mean for Ocean? Well, given that I have no free time, none whatsoever, Ocean would have to retreat into an abyss of nothingness.
But that’s not going to happen.
What may happen is that on some days (today?) Ocean will be brief and to the point. A photo. Just one thought. Unelaborated. There you have it, there is my life, in that isolated snapshot of... a hunched soul, retreating home.