The Truth Is Out There

Ok, so I’m in therapy. It’s for depression and anxiety, not because I’m paranoid or schizophrenic though people are out to get me and my dog only talks because he’s entirely fictional.

Other than that I’m fine, thank you, fine.

There is a lot to be depressed and anxious about. My imaginary country was stolen from me sixteen years ago and since then I’ve lived in a dystopian hellscape that Eric Arthur Blair barely described. Like Goldstein the only reason I still exist is because otherwise they’d have to invent me.

I may be surprised, I hope I am. Otherwise I watch repeats of the X Files,,,

and The Magicians (really good, you should check it out, Hogwarts for adults).

Oh, and I bring 3 votes to New Hampshire. Bernie, Bernie, Bernie.

It ain’t the world, it’s just the best I can do.