Away From Writing

Because it feels so fucking overwhelming right now. Moreso than ever before, it feels futile. I am stranded in the chaos of the moment, and writing these words on this page feels hopeless. An exercise in obsolescence. More moaning in the background. What do I hope to accomplish by writing when the world is on fire. There is no making the world a better place. There is only survival.

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