Lungs fully projecting a heart-centered fury: where the *fuck!* is my wallet? Eyes beginning to have that orbital ache that forms the root of migraine. It’s a travel day, the day after the actual travel day, where travel did not happen, air travel, at least. Travel on a clogged interstate to the airport took place.
And now travel is abandoned.
For reasons only partially understood.
Knowledge, knowing, is a deceitful commodity.