InRetro

How does it feel to be a faceless nameless statistic banished to mere existence on a list? Or the target of a snigger? Or the knowledge that you are nothing but an anecdote to be related over a couple of drinks and dinner? Mind you - you are the punchline, the idiot.

And, that is the killing joke.

Contradiction

I am supposed to be excited and kicked, but strangely, I am not. Stranger still that I know why I am not kicked and there is little I can do about it.

There ain't no controllables.

Don't fucking lie to me. I might not be Cal Lightman, but don't fucking lie to me.