Another minor update before I roll out the end of morning coffee.
Seems like there have been more interruptions than content lately. But things are about to change.
It’s hard to determine a picture from a single puzzle piece.
Sartre writes that hell is other people. Obviously, he had never been here.
I’ve been living the same day for days now. Maybe weeks. I don’t know.
Something big’s going to happen today. Wait.
Something big’s going to happen today. I just know it. It’s been foreseen.
I can’t drink my coffee. My hands are too small, and the cup is too big.