Yesterday, I managed to leave my apartment for the first time since Thursday. It’s too hot out, I’m feeling unmotivated, I’m tired, but mostly, I’m a little lost. I want to call my mother and say hello and tell her about the French movie I saw this week that made me cry (Time To Leave, with Melvin Poupaud). While there was never a time when I spoke to her every day, there was also never I time when I knew I couldn’t. And now I can’t.
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