Are we there yet?

I’m not the first person to say this, nor will I be the last. Are we there yet? The end of the pandemic? The end of all this stress and fuckery? No?

Well what about now? Are we there yet now?

No? Well phooey.

On a different note: you know what’s depressing? Looking for things to be read to out of on audiobooks and realizing that you’ve actually already covered a good portion of the canon. This sounds arrogant, but isn’t really. Actually, it’s COVID fatigue — along with everything else; what I really need are things to take my head out of this space of languishing, things to reset from the political nausea, the creeping epistemological crisis that is machine learning, the angst and doom of the slow catastrophe of climate change.

Published by A garrett renter on Welbeck St.

An online diarist, because writing longhand just seems so tiring.

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