Up in the datus
Hah... So it's a damned good thing I never made any sort of commitment on how often I'd use this, because it's been months, almost half a year, since my last post. Depending on how you look at it, nothing has changed. But also, a whole hell of a lot has changed. We're poised on the brink of a shitty remake of World War II, but this time we're the fucking Nazis. Everything is infuriating and scary and every week (sometimes every day) some fresh hell gets birthed so there's not even time to digest what came before. There's glimmers of light, of hope, but they're tiny, precious and so goddamned rare. The real bitch of it is... I just don't care. No, let me rephrase: I just can't care. I do care, I want to care, but it's so fucking much, and I'm so goddamned tired. To borrow a line from Em Beihold: It's like my body's in the room but I'm not really there, like I have empathy inside but I don't really care, like I'm fresh...