Most days, I feel like a mad prophet, screaming and slobbering. I walk the emptied streets of a numbed empire, stepping on people’s feet. Getting into arguments. A font of discomfort and confusion, most of all for myself. It’s not that I know any better than anyone else, or I have some special insights that other people haven’t yet unlocked. I just can’t stop feeling moral outrage.
(5). the binds that tie
(5). the binds that tie
(5). the binds that tie
Most days, I feel like a mad prophet, screaming and slobbering. I walk the emptied streets of a numbed empire, stepping on people’s feet. Getting into arguments. A font of discomfort and confusion, most of all for myself. It’s not that I know any better than anyone else, or I have some special insights that other people haven’t yet unlocked. I just can’t stop feeling moral outrage.