Though the Equinox doesn't technically occur till 4:02 PM in my time zone, I'm writing this at 22 minutes after midnight on September 22nd, so I'm counting it as the first day of fall. Here's an autumn-y skeleton I drew recently, taking a walk with the leaves blowing.
Dissolution, putrefaction, rot, walking westward. Ready to meet whatever changes are coming.
As for me, I've tapered back on fluxuotene (I'm too poor to get name brand Prozac. Upvote and pay me jajaja) to see if it will make me feel less scattered and exhausted. I thought it was my generic anti-psychotic, but then a friend of mine told me about Prozac making her feel exhausted. It's been almost a week and what's happened when I'm not ruminating on death and transformation in the fall? A slight increase in artwork, housework , and exercise compared to...I dunno, more or less the entire summer.
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