I started 2022 with a bout of vertigo that, as I sat in the ER puking into the little plastic container they’d given me, I told myself was definitely not a sign for the year to come. It was just a random ailment that happened to coincide with the second day of the new year, nothing more, nothing less. But then– maybe it kind of was a metaphor for 2022? A year of ups and downs, sometimes discombobulating, occasionally requiring nothing else but burying under the covers and waiting for time to pass until I felt more equipped to deal with the world.
Bibliographic 2.10: Year in Review
Bibliographic 2.10: Year in Review
Bibliographic 2.10: Year in Review
I started 2022 with a bout of vertigo that, as I sat in the ER puking into the little plastic container they’d given me, I told myself was definitely not a sign for the year to come. It was just a random ailment that happened to coincide with the second day of the new year, nothing more, nothing less. But then– maybe it kind of was a metaphor for 2022? A year of ups and downs, sometimes discombobulating, occasionally requiring nothing else but burying under the covers and waiting for time to pass until I felt more equipped to deal with the world.