Collapsed fence

Rough 10 min Trace from my smartphone.

The winds were fierce last week, causing something to make a fence collapse on my way to the gym.

Collapsed, meaningless walls, such as this with many forgotten details, there were so many cans of people who threw them over as this got over. It was a junkyard of mess, and there's a fence and crew now. The construction was saying that I was in the way.

It makes me wonder how I got back up from burnout and shouldn't put myself down despite other temptations, Them cans symbolizing the wreck and brought of many of the breaks that were taken at many of a night.

Everbody is too busy to see what an impact that has on ones own quality of life that burnout can do, and that's okay.

There's this self-deprecating bingo card that I noted with its ways for humor. Yet I can't blame myself fully now, it's all the wind with the market forces having its way with its hustle culture. That's merely what it means to make a comic.

Not worth it, with the market one could only make guesses and see what works as a business. Not my problem as the weather and the thing without autonomy does the act the way, only way is to jump back. It's all better now.