Content warnings: strong language, discussion of alcohol use, flippancy
I prefer not to write as much in present days, because I have become stricken with a great malaise. Such an illness might come with age, disease, cosmic space radiation melting our soft grey matter, but we all know the real reason is one’s soul is constantly in a state of flux; between loving the company of mankind and the state of throwing themselves behind closed doors for the rest of their life. I’ve swung towards the latter: I don’t know how to make my words work.