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I spent the day traversing the familiar in an unfamiliar way. It felt good to be pierced by the cold; numbed skin mirroring my numbed emotional state. I walked the streets in a daze.

It was a peopleless day and I want to keep it that way.

Avoiding the wretched task has not made it easier.

Sunday Bloody Sunday. An emotionally bloody Sunday. This excavation has been on my mind all week.