… in February…
I don’t understand the planet anymore, and I don’t think it understands itself, either. Like it’s caught in the throes of the worst gaslighting it ever received. Like it’s been reduced to a gibbering mess.
… in February…
I don’t understand the planet anymore, and I don’t think it understands itself, either. Like it’s caught in the throes of the worst gaslighting it ever received. Like it’s been reduced to a gibbering mess.
Oh, no, I get it. I just choose to have brief moments when I pretend that I don’t, just to catch my breath.