Lame. I am afraid that is what my life will be. I am scurrying around trying to slip out from beneath the falling mantle of lameness, trying to keep track of the edges of its shadow so I’ll know which way to run, trying to gauge how close the sky-filling monolith is as it slowly, almost imperceptibly sinks lower, closer, more inescapable every second. Anything was once possible, the sky was wide open. There were no limits. But now my possibilities are confined to the thin space beneath the lameness, and the distant horizon is out of reach, reduced to a shining narrow band between the sinking gloom and the earth below. <\/p>\n
I just wish it would finally crush me, and get it over with. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Lame. I am afraid that is what my life will be. I am scurrying around trying to slip out from beneath the falling mantle of lameness, trying to keep track of the edges of its shadow so I’ll know which … Continue reading