Happy Birthday to me!
has traveled back in time, to warn you of the horrors of the future
It is the Nineteenth
, a time of unrest
! After the glorious
weekend spent basking in birthday-fueled
love, I am sealed back up in this cold gray box
, hammering keys
and smiling at people I don't like
Don't leave home. Flee! Run off to the tropics
Nothing here has changed! 1 year older and the pattern remains the same.
Brief interludes of joy do not help.
I must escape.
That is why I send this message into the past. I pray that I find it in time.