Pilfering pieces of pox to complete a compromised collection. Revisiting sophomoric daydreams as a middle-aged man. The mediocrity of unbent ideas that refuse to lay down and lie. Practicing historical revisionism in the gray light of laziness. The debt of self-worth growing incrementally, every day. One broken promise at a time. Waiting for an epidemic more lethal than the last. It will kill everyone else. And we'll all be what we always knew we could have been.

4:20 p.m. - 2021-04-15