...and all the trinkets unbound...

The thing that is frustrating for people is that there’s nothing they can do about me. Nothing can make me better. Nothing can happen to change things. It’s a trick of the light or something. It’s a story on the news. It’s a grey day and a flood on the other side of the world. It’s that time we broke the ocean, and then stopped talking about it. It’s boredom and groceries and congealing pasta on the stove, again. It’s a night where I don’t sleep that turns into something bleak and subtle. It’s the zing of a knife from the block. It’s that easy. It’s nothing and it’s debilitating and there’s nothing you can do but wait me out. ”