How could any of them not see where they were going? They’d been going around and around in tiny circles, had been for years, years that sat heavy in the gut of the living. And this was what made stomachs turn: it was the weight of all that time wasted. It was the seconds and minutes and hours, the true nectar of life, gorged on hungrily and thoughtlessly, forever undigestible, everyone hungry for more.
All it took was for a lot of seemingly decent people to put the wrong person in power, and then pay for their innocent choice.
It’s always okay to admit when you don’t know something. If you couldn’t do this, you would never truly know anything.
