I loved tech. Machines, computers, clever programming, cool automation. I consumed the fuck out of Gibson, had wild techno flavored dreams of plugging in. And now? I cannot get far enough away from the public internet and there’s heartbreak in it. Alas.

Treatment resistant depression is a bitch and I feel like I'm not working hard enough to just be happy, and I feel like there's a lot of people in my life that just wish I would try a little bit harder and also why am I making a choice to be so sad? Gosh, don't I know it's not fun for anyone?

Brains suck. I hate myself more often than not. We're on a path with a new therapist, new psych. I'm so tired. I'm not doing enough but I feel like I'm doing too much.

GO. TO. BED. When you need to. Sleep hygiene is good actually. 🫂💕

Empty deserts and sky and highway and nothing nothing nothing forever.

How AMAZING the drive from SF to TX would be in this thing. Fucking bombing through the southern deserts. Probably get fucked by some snow and shitty weather in AZ/NM but picture.. top down far west TX screaming some shit as you pace the cargo train running next to you cause nothing else out here.

Literally the project car era of my dreams. I would do some dirty fuckin' things for an 80's Toyota or Subaru, but Jello Biafra's Celica?! Ungh.

Saving this for a listen based solely on the name. I love the art as well. 😍