Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says that even that has got to stand good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing.
Tuesday, July 1, 2025
July 1, 2025
The only rationale that I can come up with for such a nightmarishly hellish such experience is that it must somehow be necessary for my overall psyche to be thrown violently down to the concrete and broken glass, face first, as a reminder of the everpresence the concrete and broken glass.