Congratulations on surviving the longest 5 years of your life, if you managed to. I saw it coming, but decided not to write about any of it here. Felt like there was no point. Had already retreated from everyone & everything long before that. Retreated into, well, nothingness. Complete solitude, complete silence, and a very long contemplation of a dark pit and everything in it.

The past is a foreign country. But so too are the present and the future. Now there is an endless hurricane of lies and disease. Who's laughing now? Not me. No. You seem nice. But. I'm a very troubled person. Sorry, I just can't. I am a mosquito trapped in amber.