Down the hall, a flashlight, lens facing the camera, light bobbing, dark eternity surrounds, nothing to see but glimpses of a black jacket and flecks of paint. Cut the crap, I know our hero doesn’t make it. The agent hardly advances, just bobs and bobs the light and catches smoke and dust. Callouses form on the spot. This is drama. Start digging.
There might be something under that dirt. Might be something under our nose.
We’ll never know. We’ve lost communication. The reagents are overrun with vitriol.
Do you need a way out of your mental trap? Think: chickenpox. Whenever anything goes wrong in your life, you suspect conspiracy. This might help clear or alleviate your symptoms (a different sort of cover-up). It’s good to start “trust-building exercises” with your children at an early age. The earlier, the better, in my opinion. Otherwise, your children might grow up believing the sky is falling.
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