I Can Die Anytime I Want. I

I Think To Write Fiction, This Is Just How I See It, You Have To Have A Powerful Need/desire To Connect. I Can't. Wanting To And Not Being Able To Has Lead To A Lot Of Misery In My Life.

A Rose Trapped Inside A Fist.

One Person's Roar Is Another's Whine, Just As One Person's Music Is Another's Unendurable Noise.

Watching A Documentary With People Hacking Their Way Through Some Polar Wasteland Is Merely A Visual. Actually Trying To Deal With Cold That Can Literally Kill You Is Quite A Different Thing.

I Am Afforded A Bit Of Easy Wonderment In Relative Comfort As To How Humans Have Lasted So Long. Climate- And Geography-wise, The Planet Seems To Have Little Use For Us.