

While skimping on the details (PII), let’s say that I spent most of the 80-90s within a day’s drive from one of the world’s two parks known to compete back and forth every couple of years (pretty just against each other, at the top) to find out who could build a bigger, faster, crazier coaster. One of these parks is in Japan, and the other’s in the US, and I spent entire days at the nearest one every. single. summer.
There’s just something so magical about the instinctual, mortal fear (completely justified, normal AF) and the learned behavior of blind trust that some intangible “system” is in place, surely. There can’t not be, right? I dunno, after the last 10 years in this timeline, that latter bit’s atomized; a fine, red white, ^and blue^ mist, as they say. I feel ya.
Still. “There was a time…”, right? 😅🤞🏼
In the Epstein Files? How unusual.