i_woke_up_wondering raze how many assists a now-dead basketball player averaged in his final season. what the weather might do to my day. why the pre-sleep panic_attacks stopped. when they're going to start again. how the movie ends, and who's still alive when the credits crawl across the screen. where all my dreams disappeared to. if i'll ever sleep well enough to feel like myself again. when the world lost its mind and misplaced its moral compass. why time_runs_away. who i'm going to be when i'm swallowed by the sea. and more. and more. and so much more. 260330 ... ovenbird If this life is set to close my eyes before my body is in the ground. If the faulty mechanisms of my meibomian glands are so badly on the fritz that there will be no coming back. If this ocular desert with its sand and grit will be a permanent thing, my cornea scarred by too many days without rain, my vision blurred beyond saving, haze and darkness crowding out all the small wonders that keep me alive. All the world’s water is being funnelled into AI data centers so we can let computers do the work of empathy while our brains turn to dust in our skulls. There’s no moisture left. None for crying, and none to wet the shrivelling surface of my eyes, and I wonder if we’ll all pay for what we’ve failed to see. 260331 what's it to you? who go blather from