The Paradigm
Everything seems irrelevant and meaningful at the same time. It’s not the indecision about one or the other jurisprudence of my past trials that anguishes me, it’s the whole fucking paradigm.
Everything seems irrelevant and meaningful at the same time. It’s not the indecision about one or the other jurisprudence of my past trials that anguishes me, it’s the whole fucking paradigm.
That’s what she called me.
Holding soft skin and quiet respiration in my arms.
It’s moving towards some kind of resolution. It might be an unpleasant one or even a painful one. It doesn’t matter, really. All that matters is that it is the end.
Is the day I hate everyone so much, that it is actually kind of reconforting.