Aaron is greeting the day as best he can. “Hello, day!” he says. The day pointedly ignores him. Cold.
11:54pm
Aaron… something about food. and sleep. words failing, time to go home.
agenda of apathy
When we do nothing,
which problem are we part of?
Depends who you ask.
your amps are my enemy
Aaron doesn’t know who’s performing across the street tonight, but still wishes they weren’t.
sucks to be them
Aaron is at a dead stop on the 101 freeway, contemplating the misery of others.