Clocked

 

The way this place is designed to wear down the best of us. Seeing that makes me want to go back in time and protect us from it instead of rubbing our faces in the ways we fell short of the goals I made up.

I thought it was a skill issue, but now I know the game is rigged.

This place is beautiful, but it wants to eat us.

It wants to starve us, too. That's how we know it's fucking insane.

I'm sorry it took me so long. And I'm sorry to the ones I ran over trying to escape this stuff. 

There's a candle in my window. I think some of us will make it through this thing with our hearts still whole and bringing that truth into the world is the only goal I have at the moment.