Ramblings

2025-09-24

Another sleepless night ruminating on the events of the past few months.

Death is chasing me, faster and more determined than ever. Like a rat after the last scrap of garbage in the street. Lately it's all I am thinking about when I end up trying to rest.

I'm away from the city, on another island in the Atlantic, and the constant barrage of noise out of the White House will not seem to ebb, just pouring out like the pus of a rancid and festering wound.

Maybe it's because I read Transmetropolitan today, but the mission in my mind is clearer than ever. I need to start putting letters in place of my thoughts, and that's why I am here.

If this ends up being an outlet that is respected as a source of truth, even if it is coated with the fog of rage induced by the hopeless situation we all find ourselves in, it's worth it.

The truth and the power of telling it will be the only goal. Regardless of how whoever or whatever chooses to deny it.

Welcome to the Brooklyn Sentinel. I don't care if you like it here.