November 11, 2020
To lose and not see the losing in a hairs-breath of space between getting and not getting, being the fall guy while climbing the long ladder to the parapet. Being the guy escaping while standing still, being alive but dead to reality. May as well be dead. I could lift myself to see the story unfold, but I've grown weary of the petty struggle. I can see him scrambling on the gerbil wheel, keeping his smile afloat as the city sinks around him, as chaos unfolds like a carefully wrapped birthday gift to someone who's been dead for eons.