lessons_from_concession_lines tender_square there’s only two directions possible: either you’re coming or going. alright, fine. if you want to get technical about it there is a third option: the borrow ditch running roadside to the open shoulder; no guardrail, no wiggle room. why do you keep praying for a deus ex machina to swoop in and save you? are you stalling? does pity or solicitude sustain this careening toward a forked future? l’appel du vide tugs the wheel in your hands. a part of you is dying, yes. you’re not yet steeled to let that parcel of you go. 220319 what's it to you? who go blather from