Up at 3am…
It's still dark outside. I spent an hour tossing and turning about unimportant shit and then my mind caught up to reality and here we are. Dystopia is no longer a Netflix diversion, it is my newsfeed daily. My will to bright-side has been lost to the night. Time is speeding up, but sometimes it moves slow enough that I can see the wreckage all around me/us... damage of our own choosing. How can this be? I knew humans could be ugly, but I didn't...