AYANNA
Walking past the Weisdorf Building, maybe only noticing because the words REHAB & RECOVERY are writ large on a banner in the window where a physiotherapist operated. Otherwise, it’s just an old building with a banner, and only that: no surprises, no humming narratives etched into it, or voices of its past reaching out to be heard. I don’t want to ask why. The lack of noise could be for any number of reasons. They don’t feel like my reasons. Maybe I just need to go to bed.
I can’t dig into things. Not since the island.
Normally the energy is so close to the surface that even if I don’t go there I know it’s there for me to access like muscle memory. I’m just not feeling it. Not that I’m complaining. I’m going to assume that I can go there if and when I want to go there, and maybe a
