I do not want this. With every fiber of my being, I do not want to be here. The heat. The ants. The fucking gravestone that I refuse to maintain. I never bring flowers. I shouldn’t have to. I should not have to come here. For fuck’s sake. It’s hot and humid today; the marble … Continue reading Catalysts are made to be burned.
I was going to open with Marcus Aurelius reminding us that we are little souls carrying around our corpses, but it seemed too gruesome. So I settled on the slightly more hopeful, "Men exist for the sake of one another." You're welcome. The COVID-19 panic is quite interesting, isn't it? We've seen this sort of … Continue reading “Men exist for the sake of one another.”