I imagine a sign in my mind counting the days since my last seizure as if my body were a worksite.

Hurts to think about, but what doesn't these days?

Trump tells the Proud Boys to "stand back and stand by, but I'll tell you what, somebody's got to do something about antifa and the left." Sounds like ****** to me, just much less articulate and with much less to lose (you heard about his four-hundred million dollar debt, right?)

What a wild generation it's happened to be. I think we all eventually saw it coming, but held it off as apparently impossible like an unlikely apocalypse.

Why can't I cold turkey the liquor? I have no money left to spend, yet I act like I do. Champagne diet on a 'wage' that can only afford water. I'm an idiot in my own ways, just like you.

doom,

they say.


but if it were doom,

would the lights not go out?

would all electricity not freeze in its sockets?


would the thought of future ambition

not simply choke you to death

from the inside-out?