The birds... they've got me figured out.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Hello year 2024... if that's your real name... ???The trite and tired trends that dominate v.867-5309 Earth's annual progression from one 365.24 collection of days to the next group of identical spacetime occurrences... well it's not the usual pit of despair that ensnares me. The pits of despair I tend to fall into are way more of my own doing. Or just the dumbest possible move in play at any given time. At a minimum, I'm enabling the trap to manifest in my reality... and, knowing me, more likely encouraging my own derailment... just for the hell of it. It's a bit like wistfully revisiting the year that no longer is... highlighting the events that were the most personally impactful for the most recent closed calendar data set, I guess for splits and giggles?"White male American acting overly self-important" - I retort. I suppose my best response after you've pegged me and my hubris is: Doing so permits me one final round of commentary on how f'd up those 365.24 "used to be yellow" sun/"fake" moon (probably) daily rotations were...In fact, it's a lot like that. NëiNsensiCaL Episode 13 of 53