1st January 2018
Boom.
    This is the future. And by the future, I mean now. The present. 2018. It’s rubbish.
    Why, then? I’ve been asking myself this for too long in my haberdashery of nonsense, casting off hat after hat of ignorance and hope and determination just for a futile glimpse of a woodpecker of hope or a chaffinch of reassurance but here – THE FUCK – we are.
    Why?
    Fuck you, chaffinch.