I don’t know what it is but every time that I travel, I suffer from pre- and post-trip depression and I’ve taken two recent trips in short succession and it’s got me down about the world. I wake up during or after dreams of smothering, being buried alive, mental vegetation. The inability to communicate stemming from some transgression. I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting older and more reflective or if the world is truly in the shittiest condition that I have seen it in so long if ever. Things have been bad before but this feels like something new. I was born after the 60s and I assumed that I would likely never see an epochal moment like that. I just came home from a stand-up comedy festival that I enjoyed attending but now that I’m home, the blues is sinking in.