And I hate iPhones.

Horror movie scene. A grocery store after closing. Question is... why am I here?

4,275 emails and counting. 2000 deleted... at dinner... sad day. Not really.

What the fuck have you done lately?

Everything that dies, gets broken down

The question should never be why; the truth is, the question should be when.

There is a moment. Somewhere between exhaustion and reality. Cheers to that moment.