Crossposted

On the topic of people, I am just beyond sick. You're homeless and hopeless for two months and you see what they are for certain, just mechanisms of backwards convenience and awful drug stories and misunderstandings. They lay into you when you see them alone, always cheerful or glib or caring for somebody elses errands, never using logic to try to impart senses of beauty and or justice into the world, never reaching for that higher prospect as a fulfilment of their destiny because the abject failure in the beginning would nag at them, maybe plaintively at best.

All I see is a world of failure. That and we are dying. Someone send help, even dyed hankerchieves waved from horseback