Last night in the car, I told Lindsey that I don’t have anything to say. There is a weirdo expectation to keep churning, usually all me though. Lindsey said it’s not true—I do have things to say. I have always wanted to be the sort of person who spoke clearly like a term paper or an essay, and how I have tried, but what is the point. I am trying my best to fill up on everything. Going back east for a few days. Maybe I’ll tell you about it.