This Will Never Happen Again

There’s nothing I can say about the last four years. No understanding I can string together to grasp the profound brokenness of things.

We now all know what it is to live in a world that breaks, more than we did before. To see it come apart, to know that it has always been this way, to experience this level of failure and see it through.

Those of us who survived, anyway.

There’s nothing I can say. You already know it. I love you all.

Keep going. I will. I promise.

Fight Truck doesn’t matter any more. I won’t be writing another one of these.

Be good to each other, and I’ll be around
                         Crowsephone Dangerzone
                                        on the last night of 2021