What a weird month it’s been, even though it’s not over yet. So many things doubling over, sitting off in unexpected directions. Some things I can seize and grasp in familiar ways, while others I used to be able to do things about come to me muffled, distant, less of a drain and drag than they were.

An old circular neon sign advertising a billiards parlor is perched in a roof and seen in bright sunshine but partially obscured by a canopy of tree leaves Thursday, June 29, 2023 in Richmond, California.

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