“If you believe all that you say you do, then why don’t you do something?” The question hits me square in the teeth. “You know why,” I manage, half mumbling, doing the best I can to say nothing at all. “You know how it is. It . . . it just gets too big. All of it. Stacks up every fucking day and none of us can make a dent in it, so we just sorta move through it without ever letting it get its hooks in. It’s survival. It’s how you stay sane. It’s how you stay alive. And there ain’t no way to change that.”
