Another year hits the dust
The Gutter Knows the Truth
The year spat out its final breath in a gutter wedged between today and whatever came before it. Nobody stopped. Too many were busy peddling each other the pretty lie of a happy New Year, wrapped in neon glare and cheap optimism.
But we know better. So here’s my wish for you as the clock drags on:
- May your shadows stay behind you, unless you need them to hide.
- May the doors that close do so softly, and the ones that open not demand too much blood.
- May you find one honest voice in the noise, even if it’s your own.
- And may the world, in all its rust and ruin, give you at least one moment this year where you feel the weight lift; just enough to remember why you keep walking.
Raise a glass to survival, to stubbornness, to the quiet victories no one else sees.
These stories don’t write themselves.
They’re dug up from the bone yard, pieced together in the dark when the rest of the world is asleep. They cost something to tell.
If you want to keep the lights on in this place, if these words are worth more to you than a cheap cup of coffee, then step up. Don’t just be a ghost passing through. Become a member. Keep the ink flowing.