lost june

This June was characterized by a complete lack of intentional writing in my journal. I have nothing but fragments. June was distracted, out of my head, thinking about the easy things and avoiding thinking about the difficult ones. I have been moving through the world without much thought and remembering absolutely nothing. Months like this seem to happen maybe once a year, blurring a whole bunch of days together into something that feels less remarkable than it really is. I'm never sure what triggers the descent into this stupor, and usually the only thing that can pull me out of it is getting back to writing again. What follows here is a public display of my journal fragments guiding me back to myself. [fragment: june 7] I'll be honest and say that I'm undecided on my opinion about LA the city, but I loved LA the people. An impossible city to know but yet somehow containing so much warmth. So large and car-centric, I don't know how you could live here successfully. It's big and…