So, here goes, before I forget how to properly press pen into paper. Never really had much of a yearn for scrapbooking, but I’m told it helps with mental health. Where do I start, having said that? The world is full of problems, and I’m no different. We got cocky as a race, so human nature brought infected, or walkers, and put us back in our place. We deserve this, I deserve this, everyone deserves this. We raped the earth, and now it’s raping us back, only its making us rape ourselves. Ants, constantly wrapped around the notion of some existential crisis, it’s simply circle of life that this is happening. Why not speed the process – isn’t it almost like recycling for a greener Earth? I’m going to start thinking of the environment…. Helping out mother nature in the healing process, one day at a time. After all, evil happens when good men sit and do nothing. Having said that – it’s time for a drink, a toast to Mother Earth, a toast to ‘The Cabal!’ Nice talk, journal. I feel better already.