just moved a thousand miles away for this new job thing, finally getting settled, student loan payments loom large like a shadow monster, and then i get the call—nana's fallin' more, needs a cane now. a CANE. used to see her power walkin' the block, yellin' at pigeons. now she's losing her footing and im just—here. makin' spreadsheets. lmao. what even is life man. my stupid apartment smells like sad microwave popcorn.