I know it shouldn’t hurt… but it does.
I know it doesn’t make a difference… but it does.
All the visible signs of my work last year are gone… except for some painted rectangles. It almost feels like I didn’t exist.
But I know there was a ton of good work that changed young lives… I suppose that memories and docs on Arnold [my hard drive] will have to sustain the void that my heart feels.
It’s just all so ironic… No good deed goes unpunished.