Today.

I am sitting at my composter, and I'm looking at everyone in my house.

And they are great. Because whether I really know them, or actually care about them at all, it doesn't matter, cos these people are the people who end up at my house every time I have people back. And I've gotta see them as the people who are my people.

And that, at one instant fills me with dread, but at the same instant fills me with hope.

So Fuck everything, and everyone.

I am here and I KNOW that is true.

Lates.

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