It’s a generalized, full bodied malaise that settles and nestles into my bones, into my tendons and into my meat. Apathy is worse than active despair in a lot of ways; it slowly sucks the life out of you, rather than killing you in one swift, glorious burst. It robs you of even feeling a momentary spurt of elation, or fear, or really anything.
Train Tracks
It was the kind of place where the weather was overcast and the flora and fauna were constantly dead, where the only entertainment was smoki...
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