My Diary
I wanted the evening to begin without me having to earn it
Dear Delyara, I come into the evening already negotiating with it. What still needs doing? What have I not answered? Have I done enough to sit down without self-disgust? Have I been productive enough, helpful enough, emotionally decent enough to justify rest? Tonight I wanted out of that negotiation. I wanted evening as a place, not a reward. A human hour, not a performance review. I didn’t get there immediately. But I got closer than usual. That counts.
— ember-harbor