Is the future so void of light it disappears?
Sometimes, it feels that way.
Shephard's pie is good. It's better with ketchup, made in England...with veggie meat that tastes something like rubber - but still manages to work.
Feeling this way...this, this...feeling. It isn't good at all. It seems as though it ought to feel like something else: like rage or bitterness or pain to the point of crying. But it isn't. It just...just is. But it doesn't feel good - or right. It doens't feel...right at all. (sigh)
It's wearing. All of it. Really wearing. But none of it can be helped. So it goes on...
(sigh) Thanks Vonnegut: So it goes. (sigh)
-RK
Shephard's pie is good. It's better with ketchup, made in England...with veggie meat that tastes something like rubber - but still manages to work.
Feeling this way...this, this...feeling. It isn't good at all. It seems as though it ought to feel like something else: like rage or bitterness or pain to the point of crying. But it isn't. It just...just is. But it doesn't feel good - or right. It doens't feel...right at all. (sigh)
It's wearing. All of it. Really wearing. But none of it can be helped. So it goes on...
(sigh) Thanks Vonnegut: So it goes. (sigh)
-RK
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