The early morning had me on a rollercoaster of emotions.


The time in now 04:46, and I woke up just after midnight. The remainder of the night I did not sleep. Instead I got caught up reading about a warehouse fire in Oakland that happened three years ago, yesterday. I woke up at about 12:23, if I recall. The blaze would have been an hour old bya 12:23, December 3rd three years ago. Thirty Six People died in the fire at Ghostship. I remember hearing about it in 2017, wondering wtf a “ghostship” was. Tonight, I learned. When the ashes settled and the fury was aimed, two men stood trial. I started following one of them on ig.


So my reading about this subject went on until 03:00, at which point I decided it was too late to go back to bed, and so I left and arrived at Starbucks at 03:38. On my way out the door I found a letter. I read it after I finished my “work,” which just consisted of posting an ig post for @asmrisacommunity. My intentions to reply to the letter will be seen through, but I do not know where I will mail it. Today however, I can’t think about responding, or it will literally consume my entire day. The time is 05:07. 


Spark Twain

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