The world, particularly my country, is a dumpster fire and I wish to hell I could fix that. Any of *waves at the US* that.

I... don't see what I can do besides just keeping on writing and publishing and sharing art and supporting people where I can.

I wish so hard that I'd understood when I was like 20-25 that the whole time travel thing about make a tiny change and the whole world changes around you applies to the tiny changes you make in the moment which then propagate out into your future.

I'd have done SO MANY THINGS differently. (wouldn't be in the US, for one thing)

Anyway. It's hard. The world's mess. I have words to create and work-work to do. Time to get back at it.