X: “What does it sound like?”

M: “I don’t have an internal dialogue. D hears whole albums playing.”

X: “Is it happening now?”

D: “Yes.”

X: “That must be very distracting.”

D: “Yes.”

X: “What does it sound like?”

D: “It roars.”

The

de-platforming, oh, and the gaslighting. The MIC volunteers that let me know they still care.

The tamping down into obscurity unless we pay to “boost”.

The zero views.

The death threats.

So many things to love really.

Leaving the country.

Kids in a safe house.

Wife threw me out for my writing.

I wrote how I love Aldous Harding. Hannah.

She threw me out for writing the truth.

We can write anything BUT the truth.