It’s one of those days. You know the type; they sneak up on you unawares and then the skin itches and you just want to go. Go away, somewhere else that’s not here. Nothing can suppress the feeling to not belong, not feel home. I haven’t had a home, a proper home in mind and soul as well as body since I left Uppsala. This is disturbing even though it does explain a bit of the unrest.

If I need to build a cabin to have something to call home, I think I’m fucked. If I focus I can build a decent shelf, that’s about it.