Buckle up, this might be a bit of a bumpy ride.

Because, that's who I really am.

You know how I keep threatening to write differently here?

Feeling a little trapped? Me, too.

In these troubled times, we're all talking about the same thing in the same way.

Or, does anybody really know what time it is?

It just keeps going and going and going.

I used to write, and read, poetry, before I stopped fearing death.

I could stand to think about something else for a bit.

Or, dinner and a show in the time of the great pandemic.