Which is to say, I kept saying to myself, she’s desperate for attention from anyone or anything aside from the patient forces of entropy and time, which never go on vacation and have only the mercy of an implacable blade. There’s no need to fuel her desperate need to matter.
And that’s true. But Drudge… ah, Matt Drudge and his juxtapositions.
Picture not embedded, for the sake of those with delicate constitutions and propensity towards the vapors. You may peruse it here.
