I'm taking corners at random. Feeling cold and so disconnected. Will I survive or fall victim to these demands? It's an intricate social protocol. Pink, round and always up for it. Always ready for anything (right). Meanwhile I find myself staring into the grinning face of the death of a discussion. Terrifying. Crossing point. No returns. This alienation. It's all entertainment. Without amplification it may never have troubled us. This alienation. Vilification. No clarification. What if I can't do this anymore?

Fallen trees in a forest, bleached silver in the Nordic Sun. The orderly management of decline. Is that our only game now? Feel bad about feeling sad, but I hate it when I know that there's a twist coming. Reactions like a continuity error. A UXB personality

Overwhelming. Something's off. Make the rubble bounce. This alienation. It's all entertainment. Without amplification it may never have troubled us. This alienation. Vilification. No clarification. What if I can't do this anymore?

I keep folding this pain into smaller pieces hoping one day it might disappear. I keep asking myself for help. One more thing that seems impossible. I keep folding my shame into smaller pieces hoping one day it might disappear. I keep asking myself for help. One more thing that seems impossible.