Why do we cling? Security seems like it should be such a simple thing, but I'm not sure if it really exists.
I feel like I'm clinging, and yet at the same time barely hanging on...I think maybe I've been watching Apocalypse Now too much lately.
Clinging to a huge wheel, desperately clinging because if you fall off it will crush you.
I see crushed people all around me, the consequences of that turn of the wheel. Wizened, scrawny people with hard eyes and no hope, begging with a cardboard sign.
I'm going to try and stave it off as long as I can, but I'm horribly resigned to the idea that sooner or later I'll join them.
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