cars are found flying over houses and the oil fields are all set ablaze but the only reason is this: there is a limit to how much self pity is fashionable. whether or not you connect the dots is irrelevant, the fact remains that when heads are above water there is a sign that survival is not entirely impossible. timeout for the longest cocoa break on record. 12 cups of marshmallows may seem excessive. au contraire, there is no excess to luxury of this calibre. short and sweet is the way to the euphoric part of town. all outside are convinced that there is something within that can remedy even their worst condition, when the truth is that the only thing that can fix almost anything is letting go. |ordinarily| is misleading as is the path that i found myself mapping out for future generations without the foresight to account for forest fires or hobbit villages. again, let go.