2026. Fuck me, man.
I'm so very tired. I ache down through tendon and sinew, down past bone. I ache on a molecular level.
I can't remember how I used to end these entries.
Photo Location: The bathroom of a coffee shop. Time: 7:07 2-22-2026
Last Lyrics Heard: "A rich man's chess game is called a war / and the pawns they use are named "the poor." / And no one ever wins." -Honey, I was Right About The War (covered by Jane Douglass)















