As days are getting darker and colder, we are working on the anatomy of the arm and slowly closing up on the end of the course. These aren't good times. Time, it seems, isn't on my side. Anatomy hasn't gotten boring, and I haven't lost my interest, but my energy and motivation appear to be all but gone.

I find myself trying to dodge time as much as I can, sleeping, prioritizing between lectures and dissections, staying in bed even when I don't sleep. I would want to be able to avoid going out the door at all right now. I think of hibernation, cryogenic sleep, quarter-of-a-century long comas. Mitigating circumstances and personal martial law.
Time is how the trees grow. Time is how stars collapse and mountains disappear. Time finds me under my blanket, and won't leave me alone.

I wish for disasters to hit. No electricity, full storm, 16 feet of snow, depolarized magnetic fields and atmospheric interference. No one could go anywhere, call anyone or use anything, and we'd all be isolated and quarantined, forced to stoke old fireplaces, ration the contents of freezers, read all the books in the house, tell stories, sleep and wait and wait and wait not able to do anything else.