The world undoes itself a million tiny times each day and there are some who work, who try so very hard, to stitch it back together, while others are hell-bent-hell-shaped and intent on destruction and I wonder how plain it is now, that it is becoming undone more quickly than we can mend unless there shortly ensues a great and thorough dissolving of the systems which are bringing us all to knees
So much to savor here —
Waiting for that great and thorough dissolving and it feels like something between anticipation and dread...