scavanagh
the buildings are crumbling, deteriorating, slowly but surely dying. we walk amongst them, a group of nobodies, a group of nothing, feeling more at home in this place of rubble than in any other place. like the buildings, we are falling. like them, we are withering into nothingness.
the people above us, the people who get to live everyday as if they will never die-- they have a lifestyle to die for.
and then there's us, the people on the bottom, who have to live everyday as if it is our last-- we have a lifestyle that no one would ever want to live for.
i enter the zone. i see the others. in the same position as me, thinking the same thoughts, feeling the same things, yet miles away. we are one, yet we are not united. we can’t be. we are all out to get one another.
we cannot leave the zone until we have done so.
(ps: this was just posted, but i am reposting it so that it will appear under my account. sorry!)
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