written

Eliot

Contentedness and the inability to

be moved

(swayed)

while retaining the ability to feel.

risk.

without becoming vacant.

We are rarely victims- mostly volunteers.

What do you volunteer yourself to?

What are you choosing?

We do the damnedest things to feel a sense of purpose.

I rode late with no knife.

Old people holding hands after[an assumed]all.

We're all rubbish.

We are all teeming with potential

and I ignore stoplights.