I am finding this process of straddling two worlds getting painfully costly in every way. Every encounter with the psychopathic nightmare of the old is costly to the spirit. Yet the new is just a bit too thinly spread to sustain oneself in the material and economic world. Even writing essays about the struggle is a struggle!
It feels like it is time for something in the cosmos to shift. Patriots and anons can only carry this so far; humanity as a whole has to step up eventually.
Or I could land in an actual space bar. That would be fine.
