I picture us all overwhelmed and buried and struggling and fighting against ourselves and other people, and this is us. No team. Just us.

And there's a tomorrow, but it looks like today, and much too similar to yesterday.

The fight goes on and on and on. The Civil War of hacking. ONly I'm the bystander. Buried beneath some rotten, week old dead horse. Gutted. Out, stray on the edge of some battlefield. I see myself not as the center or important, but minor character in a huge plot.

No purpose. Just War. You try ot find Howrad. We'll show you dead horses. Dead soldiers. Dead farmers. Dead fields. Dead ponds. Dead cities.

Melodramatic?

Yesterdya. NOt today.