I wrote it so you'd look, and you did.

So you'd have a reason to hate, to love, to doubt, to assume, to believe, to disbelieve, to carry a grudge, to forgive, to approach, and to recede.

And you did.

Maybe it's the truth. Maybe it's a lie. Maybe it's a trap, and you've fallen into it, and now you think you know why it's all so circular, and maybe you're right.

It’s what you expect, isn't it, to read? About monuments falling, or being constructed, or being destroyed. About a moment or two that you didn't want to forget or that you can't get out of your head. Or both.

Because nothing ever changes, and everything is always the same. You make a decision and wish that you'd made the other. An option is given and you second-guess your judgment, always looking over the fence for a better answer.

For the yin, the yang. The black, the white. The waking, the sleeping. The living, the dead. The gods, the devils. The day, the night.

We’ve lost the borders, the grayscale, the drowsy, the comatose, the imps and the pixies, the twilight and the dawn. They’re all somewhere, lost in neverland, because you always wanted it to be one extreme or the other.

But nothing matters, extreme or otherwise, in the end. Because it's just what you wanted to see it as, to read it as, to look into it as; it's how you considered yourself⁵, after all, sitting on the fence, and had nothing to do with any other factors but your own success and maladies, your own afflictions and triumphs, your own scar tissue that you nurse from within.

We live in fear of death, so fascinating nonetheless, and in doing so we forget to live. A death in the past, or the future, and an urge to examine it in all of its facets, creating a death in the present. Leaving the dead to rot in the streets because we're too afraid to scrape them up and we're too preoccupied to dig them a fitting grave.  That way, everyone can see them, and they can watch the various stages of decay from inside their homes, warm, dry. Pretty smelling.  That way, we never have to let them go, because everyone expects, you expect, we all know that it must be there tomorrow, and when the system is predictable, there's no reason to stop believing, there's no motivation to doubt what you've always thought was truth.

So keep reading, because I will give you a reason to hate, to love, to doubt, to assume, to believe, to disbelieve, to carry a grudge, to forgive, to approach, and to recede.

And you will.