While a bunch of mush-brained, grey-haired men in suits hovered around a big red button as they finalized war plans, I was hauling out synthesizers and rack-mount equipment out of my friend’s apartment, who was standing outside his doorway wearing a P100 respirator mask—the one with the two big pink filters and the plastic shield that completely seals your face.
Thank you for continuing to speak in a real way. It's exhausting these days trying to decipher whether people want views, validation or vindication while giving little to no effort. Hearing/reading this puts a tiny bit of hope back into people as flawed beings still totally capable of good
Thank you for continuing to speak in a real way. It's exhausting these days trying to decipher whether people want views, validation or vindication while giving little to no effort. Hearing/reading this puts a tiny bit of hope back into people as flawed beings still totally capable of good
Somehow missed the notification on this comment. As always, thank you.