I STAYED UP TO FINISH THE BOOK. I'M CRYING. HOW MANY HOW MUCH. LALE EISENBERG SOKOLOV TOLD HIS STORY SO "IT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN." AND IT'S STILL HAPPENING. UNWARRANTED TORTURE, CRUELTY, HUMILIATION CONTINUES EVERYWHERE. THE INNOCENT ARE SACRIFICED.
AND THE ONLY WAY TO FIGHT IS TO SURVIVE. TO LIVE WITH INTEGRITY. TO BE KIND.
I'M IN A STATE OF FLUX. I'M FEELING FLUID AND UNSETTLED. LAST WEEK I WAS REMEMBERING, COLLECTING BITS OF MYSELF, WHEN I HAD TO BUY FOR THE WEEK BECAUSE I HADN'T THE ENERGY TO SHOP EVERY DAY. AND WITH THE FREEZER OUT I CAN FINISH WHAT'S IN THERE AND IN THE GARAGE AND HUNT EVERY DAY.
I'M UPSET THIS WORLD IS LIKE MY EIGHT YEAR OLD NIGHTMARE OF GRAVITY FAILING AND EVERYTHING DRIFTING OUT INTO SPACE. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO BUT ONE DAY OR MINUTE AT A TIME. EVERYTHING SEEMS SO FAKE AND WRONG.
TOMORROW'S A NEW DAY.
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