I like the swamp. It’s a good kind of swamp, as far as swamps go. But sometimes, when it allows for but 2 hours of sleep and makes your brain feel like a throbbing lump in your skull, it is just too swampy.
The essays are in for now. Triumph! Exhaustion! Annoyed family members who nonetheless take care of you!
Bonus comic: essay-related fun times!
One of my essays was on spatiality, so I’m sharing my discoveries —
Read at your own peril.
Essay times are desperate times.