suspended animation (the good kind)

You know that cow Damien Hirst put in that tank? That’s how I feel a lot of the time. In perpetual suspended animation. Kinda like a space ship in orbit around a decaying planet in a not so distant future, or like a minor but recurring character with no major plot lines in a never ending TV show.

March 2020 was five minutes ago but tomorrow is a lifetime away. I kid myself that my achievements would…