• Location: Birmingham, Alabama
• Mood: past words
• Music: Phoebe Bridgers, "Killer"

"You said that song will creep you out until you're dead."

As I said this morning on Facebook, I think I just resigned from 2020, from this incarnation of humanity.

Maybe next time around.

If I should be so unfortunate.

And.

Until then.

Well, I have no idea.

But as the world falls down.

We take it.

A moment at a time.

Or fall with it.

Later,
Aunt Beast




4:48 p.m. (yesterday)