Week thirty-eight, and there is no feeling left in it.
Not dread. Dread would at least be something to push against.

You came for the interest, and the interest has gone the way of a view
you have now walked past four hundred times.
The building is exactly as far away as it was in January.

This is not the week that tests your motivation.
Motivation stopped turning up around month two and did not say why.
This is the week that asks what you are like when nothing is asking.

The Book of the Wanderer — Wall 29:1