So...
I’ve spent the last three days trying desperately to think of anything to write. Accordingly, the last 72 hours the voice in my brain has just been that static noise from VCR/TV antenna-rejection fame.
Because honestly, I don’t think there’s anything more for me to talk about that hasn’t been talked about already? That’s it, pack up, we’ve covered it all. Stop reading. Go away. Go on, shoo, get!
If you missed it and want to get existential, there’s this, I suppose... But after that, there’s not any more “state of all this *gestures vaguely at Montlake and the world*” takes to type.