Infinite Jaggedness, Finite Wisdom


Beaten back so many times, we steady ourselves for the final

blow, the one that will do us in, the one that will surely

define us. If we only knew then what we know now

(we tell ourselves), we’d have made something

better of our time. Maybe taken that other

road, or gotten drunk one more time. All

a fool’s speculation, a buffoon’s final

refuge. It’s all the same. But we

somehow always knew that,

looking back. Didn’t we?



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