I get a whiff of the salted caramel ice cream, and I think of having all I want, not just the limited amounts my body will allow. Ah, to have true control and not be sickened by the foods I love…

I think of the albums that are being threatened to be banned at libraries, but more – the records pushed to the side by the juggernaut market forces like your Beyonces, your Taylors, your Jay-Zs. Would that we were free to choose equally…

I see the social media we have been provided, the wealth of information, and how we have been given so much crap, that it is impossible to find truth within what we see. We are free to sift through the shit indefinitely, to read lie after lie after lie, to read all the hate screeds, to find enemy after enemy. It is a beautiful thing.

I taste the peanut butter. Beautiful peanut butter, in all its variations. Beautiful peanut butter. It may be the death of me. Mmm, peanut butter.

Soft sheets, slightly chilled, as I jump into bed. Oh, it is good to be free of the day.
Good night.