The color of blue.

The problem (you see it all in 3D).

By seven-thirty in the evening I’ve already been tired for two hours and that’s actually great, because it means I can crash hard and well and early.

But a few hours later, because I am old and very well-hydrated, I have to get up and piss, and sometimes the vivid dreams (also a good thing) result in my mind racing, so

that makes it hard to try to go back for four or five more hours of sleep right away.

Right now. At 10:47 PM.

When I ‘should’ be continuing to rest until 3.

I am here instead.

Meanwhile, out in this psycho-land of a culture …

It’s devolved into one side saying the other is weird, and the other claiming the other-other is cringe.

They are of course both perfectly right.

As in center-right.

The hardest part for me personally is when The Big Lebowski and ancient Luke Skywalker just jump up and embrace the cringy fringe as if that’s the cool thing to do.

As it used to be, once.

Just not like this, ever. Ever ever.

They finally get it and immediately, totally don’t get it.

It seems …

perfectly clear (you see it all in 3D) and absolutely tragic

To me.

The culture is unmercifully old now. And very well-hydrated.

She’s a lot like you.

The Dangerous Type.