Between the world and me: pressure-splitting seams. Imminent danger in the headlines. Glamour on the T.V. Chasing fools gold. Growing cold. Drowning in anxiety. Lack of reason: pushing symbols and clever phrasing. False notions of ritual, credentials, comfort, safety. Relentless and crowding. It’s hard to breathe. They’ll give you the disease, then they’ll sell you the cure to set you free.
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