Lately, everything has been feeling hollow. Why do I tinker with diet optimization? Why do I train? (Admittedly, I LONG to thump that jab out as I continue to be down due to this core injury.) Why do I pull together into words that which runs through my consciousness?

Perhaps, it's this time in the wilderness that makes me re-evaluate design. In a context of being out in the country; years and half-a-world away; and not on social media, I just have the memories of friends—I know, this sounds more despondent than I intend. But, it's like this: I know I have memories that are not mine alone. There are others that share them. But, why does it feel like now they are just mine? I mean, yes, if I was in my 80s-90s, this construct might be valid, but like Vedder sang, "Hey, I, oh I'm still alive!" And it's not much of a leap for me to make that they are thriving as well—I hope! It would be statistically significant if they were not.

2021 awaits. Change is coming.