Everything around us is collapsing and here we are stuck on this island. Perhaps if we stopped talking to each other we would have fewer calamities. Perhaps there is a future in our collapse.

I am more incapable than the most incapable, unable to turn my head so that my ear can hear what my mouth is saying. No power to turn and listen and when I do or if I try inevitably this will not work out.

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