if not NOW,. then when?

[inkscar]

when i reach a functional hysteria at our capacity for loss, there is one thought that curbs it. i have a single consolation, one slim exit lane (lit as an airplane isle, with tiny white lights) past the cloverleaf of worry and of grief: a reasonable person cannot loose herself in lamenting human suffering without counting herself as a participant

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[nemesis5]

"there is only one way out of here and it both starts and ends with myself... I have 8 great inches to conquer, the contents of which are currently dismembering me, while at the same time sewing me together."