I saw ol’ man Miller out on his south forty yesterday, just walking the lines like he always did with his wife, only now... it's just him. And honestly, it hit me, that empty space next to him, how he probably still wakes up expecting her to be there asking about the corn or something, and I just kept thinking about my own stupid choices, how I’m grinding it out day to day, paycheck barely covering next month’s rent, and is this IT? Like, is this really all there is for me or am I just too dumb to see another way out of this slog... it's just so flat.