In error

X approaches and tells me he’s never escaped this feeling of being in error. Something went badly wrong somewhere and he helped it go wrong and I won’t help him make it right. Why won’t you? he asks. Is it because you won’t or because you can’t? Is it because you’re in error too? Isn’t it because the whole world is in error, because life itself is in error? Duplicity, he spits. The disguises of death. You seem like you know the secret, you seem all innocent, but you’re just as wrong as the rest of us, aren’t you? And now you’re scared I’m getting close to the secret. Aren’t you?