i have run dry.

it seems you can only give away as much as you get.

and it seems i'm running a huge deficit.

i have been for a long time. every now and then it makes itself felt.

each time with more vehemence than the last...

sort of like bubble wrap. theres always more to break. they keep searching for anything last bit of wholeness do away with.


and melancholy is long exhausted.



i wonder what comes next?


maybe its time to be protectionist.