Trolling and Screens (The Dying Logs Day 32)

God how I want to get outside. Now that I’m feeling better the desire for realness and action is insatiable.

Fucking tired of the Internet. Screens, screens, screens.

It’s getting so wild it can hurt your damn head. No wonder so many are going crazy.

The outside word is beautiful and it doesn’t troll you or wear a mask. Wood. Matter. Things exist just to exist.

There’s power in air and sanctification in wind once the structure and love of Christ is understood.

Is that statement correct? I don’t know. I am learning.