The happy place

I was sat on the ground, harvesting potatoes. That sunflower really did tower above me as I did, and higher above still, the sun shone pleasantly.

I have been working, like Spider-Man I have been jumping between kubernetes clusters and what else is there?

I have been trying to write, but it’s like I have to penetrate this bubble of nausea each time, did that ever happen to you?

It’s like a dumpster in the head, feels like sifting through garbage, something smells unpleasantly, and it’s all me! All of these things up there!

But to enter into the sun, and focus a little bit on these potatoes, like a treasure hunt, taking pleasure in the sun, shining indiscriminately.

Or sitting inside with that coffee cup, pretending to be spider man like that, when everyone knows that’s not true,

But what else can I do?

I really get it, why people say not to dwell on the past,

But I can’t do that, I’m no coward

For God’s sake, I’m pretending to be spider man!