astray
that finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment
in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.”
-Hermann Hesse
Synthetic Insolence
eke out that soft spot, watch from a careful distance, plot the remains of your existence.
Retreat, retreat to keep yourself safe. You feel the fingers at your throat and for the rest of your days you run andyourunandyourunand
you can't recover your life.
