What if I said that I’m terminally ill? I could be terminally ill. I’d actually like to be terminally ill. It might give some meaning to my life.
It’s like we’re dazed. Like we’ve been the victim of some terrible accident. Yet we’re unscathed. Yet we’re fine. Yet nothing happened.
It’s like we’re the victims of some hit and run. Like we’ve been destroyed, or half destroyed, or nearly destroyed. But we’re okay. We’re just fine.
Work in Progress 