Thought about this a lot the last three yearsit really has felt like "The Stand." Like we're all being sorted by something. There's us, jolly and comfy af in Boulder, and then there's themreeeeeing at the sky, increasingly unhinged, increasingly violent. The latecomers in our lives are drifting our way or theirs, and we rejoice when it's the former; when it's the latter, we don't really mourn them so much–they knew what they were getting into, and we're better off without them anyway.
Strange days, anon.