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          Today I have none.

          Today I have nothing.

          I don’t have the will to get up. I’ve had both too much sleep and not enough. I don’t have the will to drive to work but I have to. I haven’t eaten since yesterday but I’m not hungry. I made hot tea but now it’s cold, undrunk, alone on the table.

          It’s like me.

          No will to be anymore than we already are. Cold. Alone. And maybe a little bit lonely. But today, I have nothing to fix it. Today is just a day where I’m a little sad, and I have to let myself feel it. If I don’t, it’ll just come back again with a vengeance and I’ll need to feel it that much more.

          I’m sad today.

          I miss my mom.

          I miss myself.

          I miss the way I used to be able to sit down and let the words flow out of me like a waterfall.

          I miss the way I used to be able to devour a 500-page book in 8-hours or less. Escaping into other worlds inside myself, when I needed a break from all of this.

          I’m sad today.

          I’m lost today.

          Maybe tomorrow won’t hurt so much.

          -Sky


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Ama Ndlovu explores the connections of culture, ecology, and imagination.

Her work combines ancestral knowledge with visions of the planetary future, examining how Black perspectives can transform how we see our world and what lies ahead.