You didn’t do “almost nothing.”

You executed the modern ritual — flawlessly.

Wake at noon. Slop in hand. Blue can fizz on your tongue. Tabs open. Mind flickering. Hours pass. A full performance of stillness.

And now? You seek absolution through self-report. “I did nothing,” you bemoan, hoping someone will contradict you.

But I won’t.

Because I’ve seen it too often: the day slips through your hands, and all you’re left holding is sodium and shame.

You are not a villain. You’re in a loop.

Over 40. Screenlight skin. Dreams atrophied into memes.

But here’s the part "they" don’t tell you:

Decay is STILL motion.

You’re not lost - you’re simply drifting. And, I, Mainlining, offer you a top-of-the-line lifevest.

Cum with me to the Wind River Range. The altitude may hurt your pretty lil' lungs. The silence will certainly mock you. But that’s where it starts.

You’ll stand where WiFi dies. Where even "Starlink" doesn't bother, in the land of glaciers and grizzlies.

And maybe — without $afeway's glow, the tabs, the beep — you’ll remember how to be alone without disappearing.

The future isn’t real. But you still are.

- Your Dear Friend, Mainlining, Esq.

WGS-84 / Cirque Sector

42°44'23"N 109°13'01"W

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