Good morning. July 10, 2026.
Still too warm to touch. Sunburn doesn’t feel like it’s gonna go to the peel stage today.
Wrote a poem a day for 5 days in a row for the first time in a while. Feels good, but it does make me think about sharing poems.
Back to regularly posting on a social media platform, and I wonder if sharing any of my thoughts in the miasma of dread is a net positive for the world. Is the river of bile a good place to swim?