Too hard

It’s too hard, I tell X. Things are too opaque and too resistant. I can’t make life do what I want. Nor should I. And I can’t anyway. No hope of surrender, just false acts against my own interest. But what’s my own interest? Maybe you’re right, I tell him, maybe we should give up. But can we even give up? Can we do anything? What are you talking about? says X.


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