Too bad Coldplay’s Fifth is not coming out before autumn. I would like to compare my today’s state of hopeful cocoon’ safety. That same surge of oxytocin. Back then, they went in unison, Coldplay and my light like a mist sense of alrightiness.
The week is drawing to a close, and it was a bizarre one. One day, I get an awesome news for myself. Another, bad – bad bad bad – news comes in. For the first time in my life, I experienced a second-hand terror. That is, the terror is not mine, this time. And all the while, I had been close to it, I know the stench of its breath. As it sinks into me, well, I am out of thoughts (!), where do I find that hill from which some deity finally heard Kierkegaard explaining he would no longer negotiate? How the ____ does It allow things like that happen? Why am I not an uber steal-fisted superwoman to make it right?
I am angry. But foremost, I am very upset, very worried. Who the ____ do you think you are, Universe?
Fix it. Fix it tomorrow. I can’t stand watching your injustices.
Hallo? Are you Emotionally Unavailable Assclown too, Universe?
