Dear Anonymous,
It seems some days a trail of endless despair. Of dead ends. Of deep mental confusion and a collective abandonment of reason. Somehow a cog broken in the gears of cause and effect. Wandering and grasping and belonging nowhere.
Some days it feels weary. Never enough. Do you have more? They stole everything.
My backpack was taken...again.
Somedays eye contact seems impossible. The weight on the back of necks like a shackle, like a heavy pendulum that can no longer swing.
Do you have.
I need.
A wide mouthed insatiable maw.
The only place I can operate is in the moment.
And it's a dropperful of dirty water in a desert.
This is not a place easily marked out in progress. Or evolution.
Cold? Here's a coat. I have one today.
Here's a coffee card. I have one today.
I don't know about tomorrow. Do you?
Meanwhile as some hearts may soften on either side of an equation I cannot make sense of, the world and our human behaviours continue.
Ruthless.
Desperate. Loving.
And likely there will never be enough at the same time that there is plenty.