long hours at the shop are keeping me from working on more strains. it does leave me plenty of time to reflect on how we got here. ive begun collecting newspapers and have them delivered here by anyone willing to drag them back from mainland for me. a really nice stash came in from a home tucked away in the woods. as if the owner was busy doing the same thing as me before he passed on or…walked off…

how could we have been so blind to what was coming… its about time someone preserve some of this history.

may as well be me.