THE AFTERMATH OF WAR

I went to this yesterday, because why not, and I think if I wave my arm hard enough, feathers might shoot out of my fingertips. It was a scene. Next year, I'll have a painter's mask on to keep from inhaling something I'd rather not.

If you happened to be there, and I didn't say hello, it's because I didn't have my glasses on (I've been in a pillow fight or two in my day) and wouldn't've recognized you unless you were in front of me, in which case I probably smacked you with a pillow. That counts as saying hello in most civilized countries, anyway.