Been A Long Time
It has, hasn't it?
I know I've gone missing for a while. I had some contemplating to do.
Reflection.
Cogitation.
You know, the sort of thing that those in power mock openly.
Anyway, I turn thirty today.
Thirty.
Ugh.
It sounds like a disease.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson. This is never easy to say."
"What is it, doctor?"
"You've got thirty."
"Ahhh! No! Will it get better?"
"Sorry, but no. It's terminal. We can only try to make you comfortable in the time you've got left."
Yeah. Something like that.
It has, hasn't it?
I know I've gone missing for a while. I had some contemplating to do.
Reflection.
Cogitation.
You know, the sort of thing that those in power mock openly.
Anyway, I turn thirty today.
Thirty.
Ugh.
It sounds like a disease.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson. This is never easy to say."
"What is it, doctor?"
"You've got thirty."
"Ahhh! No! Will it get better?"
"Sorry, but no. It's terminal. We can only try to make you comfortable in the time you've got left."
Yeah. Something like that.