Mortal City
Human nature, that confused, fallable emotional paradigm.

Follow the leader. Falling from grace. Lying awake thinking about going blind.

Word cues. Flash cards. Couch sessions. Metaphors. Evolution. Reading between the lines.

Do I know the rules that well? Do I know them at all? Which side am I playing for, anyway?

Nobody wins, we just learn. We learn each other so well that the world falls away into a spinning mass of lines and reality is no more.

Can't hang on- can't let go- stuck in the middle of a web too big to see. Catch 22.


What the hell am I doing? The world is going to war and I'm worried about my interpersonal anxieties. Get the fuck over yourself, Kat. You could die tomorrow.