Limping into 2026
There are some years that splinter
There are some years that do not get off the ground.
They whirl to life on January 1st, but there’s not enough power, enough drive, to get them up into the air. They float, listless and lifeless, skimming the surface. You become a creature that’s surviving. You don’t know when it began exactly, and you can’t really understand why you’re not flying like everyone else, but there you are, trying to get through each day, congratulating yourself for merely making it to nightfall.
There are some years that become a haunting.
An eerie feeling that the life you’re living isn’t quite right, isn’t quite you. A quiet realisation that something is wrong, yet you’re unable to find the exact problem. Solve the puzzle. Find the answer. Present a solution. Everything is off kilter. Nothing is as it should be. You stumble along, trying to catch your balance but never quite managing to. The dreams slip through your fingers, and as you look towards another New Year’s Eve, you realize you’ve come up empty-handed, hollow on the inside, wondering where it all went wrong.
My last year has been exactly that. A horrible year that I have staggered through, arriving here in front of you, palms up, hands empty, and nothing but questions falling from my lips.
The only thing I have to give you right now is honesty.
