
Self-portrait of the author on a Sunday in his apartment with all the blinds drawn, not yet even one full week into his fiftieth birthday month.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
Self-portrait of the author on a Sunday in his apartment with all the blinds drawn, not yet even one full week into his fiftieth birthday month.