Good Grief 265

I haven't known what to put here. I write now on Saturday morning and another week has passed.
On the day I took this I went off into another world briefly.
Today, as I write and many places have been paralysed by a cyber attack, I wonder about how real this world is, any of it...all so constructed.
I realise the fragility of my world and the depth of its isolation although I can't say I mind so much. I wonder about Grief and if it serves to fill the void for as long as it's needed. All I know is, the missing is vast. I don't just want to fill that space with stuff because it doesn't work for me. It deepens feelings of alienation. That is all well and good to recognise but brings forward other layers to contend with.