Rage Against the Foreseeable Future

I railed. I railed against inevitability, against reality as only a human can rail.

I fought the future. And I could not tell if the future is all in my head or because it is all in my head, so shall it be.

Perhaps after all the optimism I project onto people, the one person I could not do the same to is myself.

Would someone please tell me that things would be better? That I would have the rest I so desire? That all this time of abusing my body will yield at least the rest that I want?

Would someone please help me?



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Hankit Mok

I live to tell stories. Sometimes, I get paid for them.

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