That, dear reader, is my favorite headline from 2018, and actually sums up the year perversely well.

I don’t do well with goodbyes (I don’t do particularly well with hellos, either, for that matter), so I’m not inclined to spend much time saying goodbye to any particular year, and this one is no different.

I understand that people need things like this – holidays – to celebrate.  Catharsis, psychological release through altered states…I get it.  Nobody’s bigger.  Just be careful not to put too much emphasis on time.  Don’t give it too much power.  In my experience, time has not done much other than be unpleasantly limiting.  Don’t get me wrong: I depend on an alarm clock and a calendar just like everyone else.  But centering most of one’s celebrations on the passage of time…well, okay, I guess. If it works for you, then by all means…

Okay, fuck it, here’s what I’m trying to say: time is always against us.  It wouldn’t occur to me to celebrate any of its victories.

Whatever.  Never mind.  I think too much.  I do hope all of your new years are better than the years just past.

Now go to bed.

N.P.: “Graveyard Shift” – Battle Tapes