After two weeks of Fasnacht in Fallout 76, exhaustion set in—but so did reflection. From cryptids and Appalachian folklore to gardening, grief, and learning to give yourself grace, this is a meditation on finding balance between the digital wasteland and the real world.
Three years into grief, I’m questioning whether “I love you” is always truth — or sometimes just fear of regret. In the wasteland and in life, maybe clarity matters more than repetition.
What happens after nursing — after the adrenaline, after the badge, after being needed? A reflection on identity, retirement, quiet, and rare masks in the wasteland.
There are professions where empathy is optional. DOJ_TERMINAL // STATUS: EMPATHY_NOT_FOUND Prosecutor is not one of them. You don’t get to sit at the highest table of law enforcement in the country and treat sexual assault survivors like a scheduling inconvenience. You don’t get to call accountability “theatrics” and expect trauma not to hear contempt. …
