My throat is sore, my body sore and my asthma a tic more a problem than usual. Coldwaves is over.
There isn’t much to really say about it. It is what it is always is for me. I see all the people I know or knew in that scene and I am reminded of how I never really belonged there. That, for whatever reason, I am and will always the outsider. At this age, I’m 99% ok with that. Damned if the demon inside my head won’t twist that over and over again though.
Anyway, it’s over. On to next year.