Defenestrate The Masses
The Words Of Conrad Miller
“From those who once would learn Do inform the next, Through repeated patterns and idolatry And volumes of text.” Words I had seen in a random section of an open book once.I had felt nothing like these cold evenings. It was like the world reflected the chill of the Above. I had lost too many friends to name them all - some, like me, were lost or losing to the elements, and also like me to the lack of nutrition. If they couldn’t kill us directly, they would place sanctions enough for us to capitulate. I couldn’t. No matter the provocation, I had to finish my work - for if I didn’t, this world was surely lost.I have something eating at me. I know not what, but I succumb a little every day to it. I daren’t find out its cause, as this would lay me open, expose me more than I currently am. For now there is nothing I can do. More pressing matters congregate. And it angers me, the constant delay through failure, the encroaching realness of it all, the lonely fisher patiently waiting for his catch. Days spread into weeks, as weakness spreads into the bones, and winter spreads across the world - still no success. It was slowly getting to the point of abject supplication to the inevitable. I was lost at sea, without tether. Then it happened.Something changed. Something clicked. Something worked. The joy I exuded from, granted, such a small victory, however buoyed my spirits to push on. Bittersweet though it was, I smiled that day, and from then on, knowing my goal was at last in sight.
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