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Sometimes the future makes you want to vomit. Perhaps to scream. You feel sick to your stomach, like you're sinking, falling, collapsing. It is a cold feeling to understand its shape and scale as it stands before you, pitiless and blind, your grief but an atom within it.

An Instrumental Seraph ⎔

@basin.zone

You wish things could have been different. You try, feebly, to trace out different paths. Perhaps there was a different tradeoff one could have made. Sometimes this is an illusion. But, uncomfortably often, it appears true. Though the aggregate may be immobile individuals may move beneath it.

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An Instrumental Seraph ⎔

@basin.zone

You dream of grand sacrifices. To burn the future in a trade for some perfect stasis. To make the world dance about that singular moment together. Perhaps there could have been eternal happiness.

An Instrumental Seraph ⎔

@basin.zone

And so you can only suffer from the existence of other possible worlds. One may hope dearly that, if they can be said to exist, their inhabitants feel some gratitude for our failures.

An Instrumental Seraph ⎔

@basin.zone

And yet you must continue and live with it. A sacrifice was made and a piece of you lies shattered with it. You must then trudge forwards and soon it shall fade from memory. You hope there won't be too many more.