Journal 02:52 -- 08/31/2025

Sometimes, I think about running, full-speed, through a floor-to-ceiling window of a skyscraper. Hulk-matrix style. Preferably an office building… mid-day, Midtown Manhattan, while everyone is clacking away at their spreadsheets—I don’t even work there.

I think this could fix me, and if it didn’t - at least it would kill me.