comments, a dirge scrawled across the bathroom stall of human consciousness right there for me to gaze upon until I just can’t anymore, I just can’t it’s too much it hurts or worse it doesn’t hurt but it should, somehow, I mean that kind of pain should hurt a person, it should cause physical pain in their body so I flinch at where the pain isn’t and I click away from the fallen soldiers and check my email and turn up Spotify by one, two bars
