Dad's 7th day in the hospital.
The days are long.

Spend alternating days and nights sitting on the little sofa in his room under a big window, looking at the sunshine.

There's a view of the Las Vegas strip, the International Airport and Nellis AFB. While dad sleeps I just watch the planes constantly landing and taking off. Occasionally hear a jet or two from the base.

I dislike this matrix city so much.
It's loud, dirty, oppressive, irritating and the constant bustle and neon glow is draining.

I come here for my family whom I love. If they weren't here I would never come back to this city. When I'm here I always feel the immense weight and darkness of this city. It is exhausting trying to stay balanced and find peace here. 😞

Just having one of those days where I really long for Anon Island.

The last 11 days of my dad's life I took turns sitting by his hospital bed. He was intubated and technically unconscious but I could feel he was aware of what was being said. I had many many unspoken conversations with him in this time. That was 13 years ago. To this day, when things seem hopeless I remember those conversations and it seems like the only real thing left. IT ALL MATTERS