Thank you. Not the plastic kind. Not the customer-service smile with dead eyes kind. I mean it. Really.
You could’ve spent that money on caffeine, comfort, or another hit of digital distraction. But instead, you threw it into this weird little corner of the internet — my corner. You helped keep this mad, messy thing alive. And that’s no small thing.
In a world wired to take, you gave. In a culture of scroll-past indifference, you stopped, saw, and said this matters. That means more than I can put into words, but I’ll keep trying — because that’s the deal here. Blood on the page. Truth over polish. Gratitude without the greeting card gloss.
Your support isn’t just a donation. It’s oxygen.
So thank you — for fueling the work, for trusting the voice, for helping me keep shouting into the void.
And if the void ever shouts back? I hope it says your name.
All the best to you – John
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