An Ordinary Disaster — chapter 13 — Desperate Exit
The urge to run is something I’m very familiar with. You tapped into that “thing” rising up in you very well. To be conscious of it is half the battle. Even in my long recovery I find it rising now and then. Solitude and silence always...always quiets the thing.
Love it. The sounds of the bus resonate. I once lived on 26/Judah in SF and I remember how the whole apartment slightly shook when it stopped or passed by. Memories. This would a been 2008/9.