Old anxieties
Tick tock tick, I let things go on not worrying too much about the stuff that I worry about. Those big anxieties, those great dreads I had as a youth, they sometimes just nudge me a little to say we are still here. It may no longer be a worry that the world will end before you die, but the world ending is still a pretty fucked up thing. And look at it so its best to kill itself in spectacular and mundane ways.
Storytime again
All the voices are played be the one actor,...
