i dream of being at the point and we're supposed to make a porn video to benefit gretchen whitmer or defeat the final trump or for a rent party or rent strike. it was a long night. it made no sense. you wake up and that's the world for you—it makes no sense. we're making a porn video of our destruction, our next election, our destruction. and then for some reason i light on this picture of the swamp and it said underneath and mister won't be here much longer. please don't sabotage love.

and i open the few pictures from sundown and see the heart of lights on some building downtown i couldn't see with my eyes alone. and it seems so sad and weak in this time.