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Sifting

I’ve been staring at my archaeology book for the past 3 hours, which…in retrospect, is not all that long; however, the degree of this day and it’s both preceding and foreboding magnitude/ toll has left my eyes in shambles and extremely fatigued. My heart hurts and my mind is cascading into what i can only visualize as a desolate, dark, roaring rapid—all too soon nearing an eerie, unconvincingly eerie…calm.

I’m nauseous. I have a headache. I’m incurably sick.