“No, it’s very...it’s calm. Especially now, everything just always feels like Mr. Krabs meme, everything’s always just moving really fast. I feel like that [calmness] is mad effective, and is necessary. It’s like that person that, when you’re the most wound up, just refuses to go to that level with you, that’s just like, “I’m gonna keep talking at this level right here until you get tired. And you’re gonna get tired, and then we can talk at this level”. And that’s what I feel like my whole shit is.”                                                                                                                                                            -Earl Sweatshirt

I’ve been asked, regarding this essay I wrote back in April, if my feelings on the matter have changed at all - after all, a lot has happened since April. After much consideration and a few re-reads of my thoughts from Spring, I have to say...

Nope.

Wouldn’t change a damn thing.

That said, I must admit that I no longer feel any need to engage with...this stuff...anymore. At least for the time being. I think enough has already been said, enough will continue to be said, but that ultimately, no matter how salient my points may be, it’s time to rest. I don’t feel there’s much of a need for more of...anything, really. Do you really want to read another rant, even a typically brilliant Wyatt Keusch rant? Or do you want some peace and quiet? I’m sick of listening to me, and that’s what counts, so I’m out. I’ll try not to trip over my dick, on my way to hell.
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