02 August 2020

Down the Tubes with sbh

Nothing. That’s what I’ve got this second day of August in the year 12020 of the Holocene Era. And not even choice quality nothing. Just plain gray nothing standard from the box. Earlier I had hoped to write something meaningful—it’s not that I don’t have topics—but as the day progressed I began to hope merely that I would write something. And now even that faint hope has slid from my grasp.

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