ergo ibid

we are all stuck in the twirling of the world, motionless to our loss of everyone and everything that was before. it is not just me. so many people here are stalling. putting and lurching like an angry engine to a standstill. some lacking violence are as quiet and frustrated as a sail boat with no wind. they stand there beating fists at air and cause only the slightest fanning breeze. mercury must be in retrograde. we all want what used to be, in one way or another. before The Great Forgetting things used to be intuitive and accomplishable. actions and words made more sense, or perhaps it was the motive of sense-making which was at one time a worthy cause. therefore as before. and so the emphasis tends towards the previous syllable. our gaze passes backwards even though forwards is the cause of this deprecation we cannot comprehend. we cannot place blame and we cannot find momentum. snow has fallen on our smoldering. a great snow. white and new we are covered.