Get Sick, Get Well

You can hang around this inkwell

I never wanted it to be this way. I don’t like to complain, to whine, to use my time on this way station as a vehicle to lodge my state of heightened alert. But here we are, the vandals have stolen the handles and we’re all effectively on the pavement thinking ‘bout the government.*

Nobody knows where they are, what access anybody has to anything. You ar…