people are bloody ignorant apes
Yes, I'm sure it is a jackhammer or woodpecker, and not a psychic portent of people dying on the other side of the world. This is like how I woke up in the middle of the night with SARS, but it seems to be better now.
Hell is oneself.
Hell is other people.
I should be lighting candles and writing letters; failing that, I should at least be taking a closer look at the geopolitics so I might have something cogent to write here. I don't. I get dizzy spells; the nausea comes and goes; for minutes at a time the higher functions of my brain shut down and I look at things without seeing them. It's not noble or nice to be so afraid for your own small life. Confusion, guilt. Regarding the pain of others.