I’m shattering into a thousand pieces, as if I were a piece of glass dropped from a cliff to a stone pad far below. There’s nothing to be done; just accept the ending, as if it were destined to be. For it was. It was always destined to end; we simply didn’t accept it because endings are so final and so devastating. But that’s just how endings are. Hopes and dreams and wishes collide with the demonic reality of chaos and the fierce rage of a world in which pity and empathy are inconvenient lies swept up in clouds of ragged egotism. And that’s how it ends. That’s how the noble experiment finishes its impoverished run.
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