Okay. Okay then. It is hard to focus:
New York Times:
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People clear-minded enough to report to this reporter generally had the same things to say. Totally white sky, black particulate. Black sky, white particulate. Lights appearing on the horizon. Everywhere on the horizon. It took me twenty minutes to write this. I think it reads right. Doesn’t it? I think it does. Can you call my editor?
I’ve found myself more able than my to keep my wits about me. This ordeal has the stink of an old vice, a dirty old addiction, but that addiction now keeps me sane by standing me on the knife’s edge. Who would have thought a debilitating disease could be one’s salvation. It’s hard to get any clear news anywhere so I’ve converted this fan blog into a pseudo news room. Reach out to me if you can. I want to keep a list of the remaining coherent/reliable sources of news.
You guys are going to think I’m another one of the loonies. My theory: none of us are really real. Something clicked in the universe and non-existence regained its footing on existence. We’ve begun the fade to black.