Why This Is
From a very young age I have had trouble describing my feelings towards other people. It’s hard to tell, but I often just do not care. What thought should I give to your troubles?
I can’t help but wonder at the sheer immensity of the human race. When I look upon it there is a feeling of unapproachable vertical distance, a sheer wall of emotion and thought that I simply cannot scale. It is in this inability to climb that I take comfort. In the long, waking twilight of our collective history, do we remember the endless stationary wheat for its deeds, or do we instead memorialize the reaper and his scythe?
