there aren't words for weather. it's just a passing phase in social interaction where there is nothing. no one to see eye to eye with. no one to trust wholly. when a first impression is an awkward bumble towards a constant exit, it's always best to just avoid it at all costs. anxious days and torrid nights keep the thermostat in the house constant 24/7. there is no way to save on gas in a culture where bowling leagues are dead. strangers are strangers are strangers. they will never be your friends. ever. never. ever. we're currently not equipped to make friends. it's behind screens. it's lack of touching. it's complete and utter failure of intimacy. and now. consumption is about to fail. the one true grasp we have. we can buy whatever we want to fill that black void. that rests alone. sitting in the dark cave waiting for as seen on tv to satiate it. it's starving now. it needs food delivered to it. it needs to see the new will farrell romcom. it doesn't need you. ever. because it has stuff. the goal is the goal. it's fucking cold out there. i hope you all freeze to death so i can finally embrace it.