• Wondering how you got this way thinking back until you realize you don’t give a s**t just worry for your future that once was one giant and vague opportunity but now is a failure so great and so imminent that it is frightening so you shut off you give up you leave it to fate to build or destroy you. You’d like to be in another consciousness in another era anywhere but here. When you move you don’t touch the ground. Your eyes are opened but you do not see. And you don’t pay attention to even your own words. Something stirs where you imagine your heart would be when you hear singers singing about an absent God, being faithless, being loveless, and hating all the lack of everything necessary for happiness.