I try to make sense of the absurdity on my social media trough, a progression or regression of something only machines can process now. It’s not like it’s really bad, nothing super terrible. It’s just the sounds in my head. It’s stupid to even think about. Reason will prevail. Once you climb the mount and see what’s out there, everything’s good, super good.

I’m fine. I have the golden afternoon, and I’m thinking it might go on forever like this. Damn the noise. Happy endings. That’s what we’re all about. That’s how I was raised. No matter what death and destruction, especially with everything on the verge, something good will happen soon, super good. Anyway, that’s what I’ve got for my parlay.