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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.