reach toward the nearer star I suppose

when in doubt, cat

make of it what you will. there’s light below, and light on top, and an awful lot of dark in between.

Can you tell me that it’s going to be alright?

It already is not alright.

anger is exhausting. take rest.

painted in sorrow and anger, and fatigue. I remember the previous Trump presidency, and find it hard to understand why anyone would want to bring that level of chaos, cruelty, and poor management back in to power. Do they just not remember? Or was their experience so much different from mine?