this morning #232.

this morning, it was all click click click scroll scroll scroll, as he did his best to keep up with current affairs. it had become something of an obsession, this never-ending need to always know how society was acting or acting out or acting up. this constant treadmill of information kept his engine running, often to the point of overheating. when that happened, he found himself pacing around his basement apartment chain smoking & muttering to himself about the world’s many failings. saying it out loud to an empty room helped bring him back to reality, which was ironic considering all the “news” he had just been reading. knowledge fed his rage. rage fed his passion. passion fed his soul.