The construction next door is a cognitive and sensory barrage no matter what, but when stuck at home because there’s nowhere else to spend the day, it’s viciously enmaddening. I don’t wish anyone out of work, but this is too fucking much for me.
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.