After this, all of this, a this so obvious and evident that you know exactly what this is without me even insinuating anything beyond the word “this,” I have nothing to say. No insightful words.
Nothing.
In my younger days I wonded how others could remain so, for lack of better words, docile in the face of injustice. So unmoved. So calm. I wondered why there weren’t double, triple, quintuple the attempts to rage…
