The center cannot hold. The voice in my head sounds suspiciously like Jeremy, and my mouth dries considerably, my knee starting to bob. “Just a line from a poem I like. ‘Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.’ Basically means that, no matter how hard we try to maintain control and order, chaos will inevitably get its turn. There is no one without the other. Things break and start anew and break again. It’s inevitable.”
