SPECTATOR

rationalisations are the weapon of the weak-willed but do you still give when the room gives nothing back? give and take i thought but theres nothing to engage with. i resign to the backseat.

it's hard to carry disruption alone, but passivity is poison and the autopilot is the enemy. for now mild deviations and blunt honesty accompany me while the real key looms overhead. its dull and grotesque and must be held.