At times I wish I didn’t know. I wish when I had tried bringing people together something had happened. It came to nothing. It would’ve been better if the bomb had gone off. People would be talking. Maybe not for long. More likely they would’ve been sent to the white rooms as well. To reflect, as it were. As if sitting knowing the world is rotting around you makes life more livable. Not that being outside let’s you make a change, not in my position. The position of the average person. Though, the average person hasn’t been labeled a domestic terrorist. More people might be if they were mad enough. If they showed their anger. Maybe they’re not angry enough, maybe I am too much. But it’s not solved my problem, humanity’s problem.

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