I'm sick of doing life alone

The irony is, more alone comes before less alone

I've been in Zihuatanejo since the end of February. I've been writing a lot, mostly poetry, some journaling, but not Substack. There is an official reason for that—which I'm not going to mention. The unofficial one is more interesting anyway, though certainly not original: I haven't wanted to admit to the world that my relationship of 10 years is over. …