I devised a term for what I earlier called the “pandemic depression” with which I woke up: social cost sticker shock. I find that sometimes language helps you grasp onto a thing so it doesn’t just float free around in your brain. My gift, if it helps.
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.