(sitting on a couch staring at a tv that’s playing a compilation of every decision I’ve ever made)
Ah, a testament to my feebleness.
Oh I remember this one, my feebleness was guiding me.
Interesting, how feeble of me.
Yep. Testament to my feebleness.
Feeble again, of course
There are millions or even billions of people in this world who fundamentally do not understand that children everywhere are the same. This precious child, the tens of thousands dead in Gaza—people don’t connect them to the idea of their own child being violently killed.
Spent last night sobbing. There was nothing I did to deserve being born here vs Palestine, Iran, Sudan, the DRC, nothing. There’s nothing that justifies their suffering. I love people, I love children, I love the land, I love its creatures, and so I hate, hate, hate this country.
This was always the way it was going to go. All industry in the US is ultimately downstream of the business of war. This is the strategic culmination of all those stupid Ghibli photos, the creep of that awful writing style into every corner of our lives, all of it was for this