Either I moved past this morning’s “low-level, constant… startle alert” or I distracted myself from it, but now it’s returning and I don’t know why. There’s no ready or apparent cause, no obvious trigger or evident responsible stimuli. It’s just… back.
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.