Rest Stop

by Nat Cassidy

Abe takes a little comfort that E-mail Lady’s all but guaranteed to win, but still. What a shitshow. As if this year hasn’t been traumatic enough.

If we only knew what real trauma looked like. Simpler times indeed

he’s not necessarily against the idea of the existence of God, either—or at least a God-like Energy out there. It’s the arbitrary rituals he doesn’t care about.

Honestly, same

We’re all just biding our time before we break, aren’t we? This is just the rest stop.