The Virus, Days 348-351, Dimondale, Michigan

There is so much I’m not telling you and I never will. We are almost at one year of this mess. When that day hits, I will probably write even less. The suffering of this world never ends in fact it's about to get much worse. I’ve spent the better part of my creative life trying to warn you all about what now seems inevitable. You are still not listening. I don’t have the energy to spread myself out so thin anymore. I care little for much except our goals of running away to No Neighbor Land. The People will either embrace fascism or not in these next few years, in America and the rest of the world. Either way, when the GOP regains power again I hope to be very far away from all of it. America had its chance. I want only to claim a small chunk of it now for me and mine, and that is my only concern.

Good night and good luck.