“Hey, hey, hey,” a fictional man once intoned. “Hey now. Don’t be mean. We don’t have to be mean, ‘cause, remember: no matter where you go… there you are.” But what if you don’t really know who you are, or even were? Who exactly is there if there’s no clear you?

Author: Bix

The unsupported use case of a mediocre, autistic midlife in St. Johns, Oregon —now with added global pandemic.