monday – BB Grey

February 10, 2025

let them Eat cake (or donuts)

I woke up two hours earlier than usual. If you think there’s nothing to do at 4 AM, try 2 AM. Scrolled through my phone, checked my bank accounts (still disappointing), peeked at the market’s so-called wisdom, and doom-scrolled my Google News feed. Apparently, at some point, I thought following everything Musk was a good

Monday’s Goodbye

“I raise the sheet, I seek the moon, for shadows, thoughts, or signs— a whispered ‘I love you’ soon, to make the darkness mine.” (A Song) [Verse 1] It’s Monday evening now, I’ve scoured corners, bare and bleak— beneath the table’s shadowed bow, where dust and silence speak. Inside cracked vases, hollow, still,

“Dead Man Blogging”

I just wanted to start writing, but the internet gods were clearly conspiring against me this morning. Here I am, almost 30 minutes later, after Windows decided to throw a tantrum with an update, and the Monarcha Bakery, home of my beloved café tres leches, declared me public enemy number one by blocking my login.