Mercy Me

So maybe now y'all understand why I don't go out much anymore.  And can't lead the liberation.

I see these symptoms everywhere.   Merely going shopping is a cognitive barrage of faces and involuntary stranger diagnosis.  It makes me crazy to know how miserable everyone is.  I can't go out for very long anymore.

It's so obvious it's mind boggling.   All I can do is sit here and try to document it for others.
I can't seem to string a whole essay together right now, but I am less panicky lately and am trying to publish my thoughts one at a time.