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Notion
The world is dynamic. Running out of time. When it used to be so easy to communicate, to ration interests and ponders. It is a battle to say aught at all. Preferred hush to the judgmenetal alternative. Witholding the mind is tranquil than one thought- after all, it is serene to avert others if they are avoiding you. Nothing says ‘do not summit to me’ like a withdrawn gape and hunched shoulders. That never toiled. Existing in other worlds amidst other times would be much less exertion than trying to perceive the way to fit the puzzle of ‘present’. Reality is much worse. One figures it out. The war is inevitable. Only for our time to end at the edge of a blade, the shock of a bullet, the lashing of a weapon. If we are not good enough, we suffer, deeply down a well. Gazing further and profoundly, without seeing a climax. The never-ending fall. Just the pain of a whip through the skin and bone, sending rivers of tears. You are lucky.
We are diminished into almost nothing.
