It’s a funny thing to question your mortality. How much can a person actually endure? How many times can you be twisted and bent until you snap? I’m still standing, even after I’d been broken one too many times. But how much longer can I last? I’m running in a never-ending race, and I’m only just now realizing that the track is a circle with no definitive beginning or end. Freedom is an abstract illusion, a mirage in a desert.
