I am confused. Isn’t everybody?
Sometimes I ignore the public debate now stirring, denying the ether of my separate yet common life. Sometimes this ether rises to grab the lapels of my existence, to demonstrate that I am all alone. Just the mortal remains of something half alive, the aboriginal human now lost alone in cold black space.
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