Paper blows through the wasteland Depleted. Corrugated metal rusts. People live in shacks made of unwanted objects, clothing in tatters. Worn down things serve worn down purposes. Scraps of cloth fly from poles marking villages of refuse and homes of healers. Everything has been lost and found again. Treasure seekers find many worthless artifacts. Acres of Depleted go on. Engines sit quietly on heaps of rusted parts. Wild dogs, rats, cats, and lizards scamper in tunnels of refuse. The resourceful residents use what they can find to survive. Some try to create beauty. They awake at night when the heat dissipates and clear circles of rubbish for dancing. They climb garbage piles and try to see where Depleted ends, “See that wave, could it be the beginning of a river?”
Relatable — I used this word in my reviews of Depression Hates a Moving Target by Nita Sweeney on Goodreads and Amazon . It's a nice word, but overused of late. So, it feels lazy. What do I mean? I connected with this book. It made me reflect more on my own first marathon experience. It made me want to put on my running shoes and head out the door again. In fact, I did. Now, typically, my mental health doesn't hinder my ability to do the stuff I want to do and my body flies under the radar. Still, I also felt goofy stepping out in my running gear a lot of the time. I didn't see myself as a "runner" or an athlete. And, I had no idea if I could run 13 miles let alone 26.2 when I started. More to the point, could I stay moving for the 4+ hours straight it would take to complete the marathon? To do the training mileage, I knew I'd have to run through streets and trails on my own and that made me nervous, too. Waves of grief wash us to strange shores. Whe...
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