And did you? Did I what? Walk away? From Omelas? I mean, I don’t know. I feel like Omelas was my whole childhood. And I’m back there now. Like it’s still happening all around me. But you’re with the child. The child’s not alone. The child’s with you, inside you. I suppose so. And how do you feel about the child, this child that’s with you that’s been the object of so much abuse? Do you hate them? Do you really want to exile them? Back to being alone in Omelas? Back to loneliness?
