Still alive – that’s the problem. We’re still alive. There’s still more life to live. There’s still time, still life. In breath is hope, or whatever. The continual … humiliation of our lives. The continual … senselessness. This barrage of senselessness. This continuous assault and battery.
As if we were ever going to get anywhere! As if anything, anywhere, were actually going to happen! As if … we weren’t dead yet. As if we were still alive. As if everything hadn’t just played out. As if anything were ever going to happen for us.
Work in Progress 