Well, Donald Trump is officially the President of the United States, and I am officially feeling old. Old and alone to be exact. Old and thin-lipped. Old and thin-lipped, but not as thin-bodied as I was just a year or so ago.
I am typing this from the toilet, where I have the heat fan on full blast, a half drank Heinekin sitting next to me (don't even ask.... we all know, I don't drink beer, but I'm in a desperate state and it's the only alcohol in the house), and I am wondering what happens next. Where do we go from here (to quote Guns n' Roses)? "Where do we go, where do we go now, where do we go
I know my life is good - I have a good life compared to a lot of people - compared to most people if we are being general. I want to establish the fact that I don't take this for granted; at least, I try not to take my life for granted most days.
I am packing up my apartment in preparation to move. Earlier in the day I was thinking about what a dark time America is entering into with our new President.... it seems unreal; but it is reality.
You know how we all think we are special? I guess it's just that internal voice - we are made to be egocentric. Well, I realized only recently I am not special.
I'm not sure why I ever thought that I was. Why do we exist? What is this world? Does anything really matter? What is real?
I'm moving to a scary neighborhood. I don't want to move. I have been here for four years. This is all I know.
