Step 37. No Exit
Playlist: “The Artist In The Ambulance” by Thrice
"I don't find myself being hunted all that often."
"You never know, J."
Was that conversation with Eric really only a few days ago after sharing a pancake breakfast together? How strange life is. And how fleeting.
It's not that my heart isn't beating. In fact, it's threatening to tear out of my chest like an alien body emerging from my broken ribcage. No, it's not like my heart has stopped entirely. There is simply no longer any rhythm to its beating. It keeps pounding out the percussion to some unknown score that has no repetition at all. No chorus to rely on. No steady, underlying beat.
The uncertainty of it hurts more than I can imagine. Keep beating or don't. As I have so often thought already this week, I wish m
