happy fluffy bunnies and sweet old grandmas baking cookies. stuff like that. the usual that comes after making a point where tone is hard and words are directed past you. whatever the zoomers call it doesn't matter to me, they're afraid of their own shadows and anything they say is grain-of-salt-city. can't wait till we can be individuals instead of the algorithmically-friendly groups social media tries (and fails) to sort everyone into. but yeah. more dandelions in summer breezes and whimsical dancing in meadows of tall grass. deep breath, in, out, good.