how bizarre. i had an extensive contemplation written and, when i went to publish it, it disappeared into the void.
i’ll take that as a sign that its destination was as intended and not try to recapture it but to say this — the more time that passes, the more thankful i am for the final turning, and, having learned recently from another that my many confidences to him lay revealed behind the veil, i laugh for the reality that not only does it fail to surprise, it fails to matter.
untrustworthy. selfish. careless. may time strip each away from him using the very methods he has used to cut and injure so many others. kharma tend him well, for i no longer have stomach for it.