Things have been both quiet and hectic with me of late. Hectic, in so far as the whole PhD thing has kicked off and I am attending classes, doing assessment and working my way through theory, literature and trying not to have some sort of existential crisis (well not yet at least). Quiet, in terms of not really wanting to stick my head up and see what is really going on in the world.
It has been a couple of weeks since one of my closest friends died, and a few days since her funeral. It is still so hard to believe that she is gone and I am going through little shocks each time I think to myself “oh, I must remember to tell Niki that” and then I remember that she is gone and I can’t. I asked my dad about all of this, I am way too young to be burying my friends, but he assures me that I am not and referenced my own mother’s death at 39 from breast cancer as evidence of that.
It is just so fucked.