Entry No. 6,054
A terrific thunderstorm today. I looked up and the day had gone sunset. Streetlights had come on. And then the wind.
But otherwise, no.
A smear of a day.
The days smear a little more, as we move through this muddy apocalypse of a summer.
And I have no idea how I am supposed to feel. How does one feel during a disaster of this magnitude, a disaster shot through with so much other strife and unrest?
That was a strictly rhetorical question.
Later,
Aunt Beast
11:35 p.m.
But otherwise, no.
A smear of a day.
The days smear a little more, as we move through this muddy apocalypse of a summer.
And I have no idea how I am supposed to feel. How does one feel during a disaster of this magnitude, a disaster shot through with so much other strife and unrest?
That was a strictly rhetorical question.
Later,
Aunt Beast
11:35 p.m.