Burn Baby, Burn

Note from September 2021 that was eerily foreshadowing of September 2022.

It’s 2 am and I am on fire.

No quite literally, I neglected to turn the AC on before exhaustion washed over me and woke up to feeling as those my skin was boiling, seething, peeling. A normal mind would call this jet lag. But I never agreed to be normal.*

I am awash with an onslaught of reckoning.

I now know this feeling well, it has come around often, for…