My battery bar is red. Blinking. Searching for service. Quit now or lose all work in current memory. Blundering forward sans thought. Sans knowledge of time. But not sans feeling. Not.

"the day starts with coffee, ends with coffee, revolves around coffee, no joke. i work at a local coffee shop called the 'bauhaus'. at first i thought it would be advantageous to work where i would be surrounded by psuedo-intelectuals like myself and we could dicuss deep and unexplored topics, feed off each others liberalness, and completely figure out the meaning of life, religion, lust, and thermodynamics. in no particular order.

I really only connect with enigmatic embellishments of reality.

Apparently these people love their apostrophes.

Society is screwed, to put it lightly. Did we really think that our economic models of infinite growth would last? I could be mistaken, but last I checked, we lived on a finite planet. It boggles my mind to look at the massive transportation infrastructure we’ve built all over the world and the powerful influences that determine how things will progress. Cars may be able to run on electricity or just water and sunlight, but that doesn’t make money for Ford or Exxon.