i have a fever again. i need to change my bandages again and im tired. this is indeed a brave new world. i have to change my bandages twice a day and after a couple months of this, the tape is removing my skin now.
but my soul sings to me and it doesnt hurt much. the drone encompasses me and within its wings and i remember that 27,000 children die on this planet everyday from preventable causes and i know i should shut the fuck up.
i have it easy. i have my art and in my own way i have joy. and love and the ability to search. i am a rich man.