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I have no great statement to make. There is little impact that I can have. I can write all of these sensless things down for nobody at all to read and then forget them. Perhaps that is best. I no longer believe in respect. I've never had any for myself or for anyone else and the outlook for it in the future is rather hazy. I'm afraid that I'm still on this tangent. This is a severe mutation of the virus and this particular strain is unstopable. I feel like something is ending. Not just the winter or the school year. Those leave things to begin. This isn't the beginning of summer. This is the end of something bigger than that, at least for me. Maybe it really is just me. Yes. Most likely. And why not? Everything else is.