Détente

I’m getting tired. Not literally, but in the grander sense. I don’t know exactly how I feel, but I’m no longer filled with an unquestionable drive to continue. I don't necessarily want to stop, but the bigger issue is that I don't know what I want to move onto once this trip is done. I'm in limbo, a bit lost. Bishkek, which represents the finish line, is so close if I can cross this border, or so far if I have to go back. And the thought of going back is demoralizing, whereas once upon a time it would have been perfectly fine. I'm not using Google translate anymore. I don't have the energy for long, fraught conversations with people. Strom’s left fork is leaking.

-Journal entry, September 19th, 2022