There’s no escape from the hum of the world. Not for me, anyway. Neither the mechanical nor electronic nor even the natural. I can’t even get out of the city. I’ve no idea even what it would sound like only to hear my own, internal, sound were the external muted.
Bix dot Blog
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.