It's funny the way we are compelled to press on, like paper snowflakes we aren't quite done.

We move together, a paint brush of agony.

But I feel nothing, not change nor steadfast. I am drunk on thorozine and black powder.

Cocaine for the damned. And though I feel the world around me, we exist. A meme unto ourselves.

Let us be childish once again in the clear blue snow!

"The war is over, if you want it."
-John Lennon and Yoko Ono

Yes
No
Do nothing