eventually i see it’s my environment that’s inflexible. here, i’m surrounded by trash and incompletion because there’s no end. i need less and can’t have it. try something else, try talking, and i’m the only one talking. there’s no end.
more often now, when i read news, i don’t really, because it’s the same. unimaginative. comforting. we are entering a new age of human life and unlike last time, we are entering it with our grandeur and power years behind. we have a trouble. differentiating humility from humiliation.
you can hear a lot of whispers behind the big plans to solve big problems.
one hushed refrain.
let it be normal.
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