There Is a Light That Never Goes Out
Do you still want to fight? It is an easy question that is difficult to answer, because of how simple the answer should be.
Once Bitten, Twice Shying Away From Calling It A Lockdown (it’s Heightened Alert, y’all)
It was a feeling of “ah shit, here we go again”. There wasn’t a sense of dread, just of listlessness and resignation.