Still Alive

Not that anybody’s asking

It feels…dusty in here.

As if I fell asleep at the keyboard and woke up with QWETYASDFGZXCV imprinted on my cheek, except nowadays it would just look like a bunch of squares. No characters, just flat squares.

I used to follow the writers, here, who followed me. If I missed you, forgive me. So many, now, are bots. Even the ones that pay for…