This morning, on the phone, a friend laughed at me proclaiming how badly I just want to feel human again. That I haven’t felt that way in a long time. How I’ve felt cursed ever since the day a mentor told me years ago that I would never read for pleasure again. It would all become something to study or take notes on to be applied later. I am feeling quite burnt out right now, having hit a wall in which my body has responded with complete melancholy and stillness.