I was rippin’ Rust a few years ago, especially after reading Stephen Markley’s The Deluge and having a bit of a breakdown. Then I was

Then the anxiety counter got to 999,999 and ticked back over to 000,000 and broke, so now I’m just sorta

getting more weird and whimsy instead of more anxious.

I don’t have any kids of my own. I feel sorry for the other people’s kids but I wish them all the best in the cannibal wars to come.