I hope you know I was never rolling anything ulterior. I was confused when I reached out, sure, but look, even that was a long time ago now. We spent years building a new friendship as new people, striking sparks and setting fires with a platonic chemistry as the people weโ€™ve become. Right? Thatโ€™s what I thought, anyway. But it always felt weird, like you didnโ€™t or couldnโ€™t quite trust me, but we couldnโ€™t talk about it either, and anytime we needed to, you went dark. I thought, whatever, thatโ€™s Portland. Letโ€™s just put in the work, because trust isnโ€™t a thing you say but the momentum of what youโ€™ve done, and I thought trust is what we were building. Friendship takes trust. Community takes trust. But then it got weird again, and maybe you know why, but of course you wonโ€™t reach out to fix it. Thatโ€™s on me, like it always is, but bud? Iโ€™m tired. Iโ€™m done. Thatโ€™s not trust. Thatโ€™s that Portland facsimile. I might be a witch but I donโ€™t fuck with illusions. So, blessed be, to you and yours. Hit me up when youโ€™re ready to face the end of the Anthropocene as a real team.