243/365 04/22/2026

It was time to get my affairs in order. Years before—many years before, I had decided that time enough would manifest when I began to bruise in ways I thought unnatural: the bruising as mars aged skin, first blooming in deep, angry red on the spotted epidermis, a constant warning of carelessness, neglect or violence. The singular indicator of a body functioning no longer at used to but more fragile and susceptible to harm.