I see no future from here.

There’s nowhere to run but the past, but even memory delivers just a cold embrace.  The act of un-knowing oneself into unknown, tree-falling-in-the-woods being: is this any better than oblivion? I am not thankful. I am so sorry. I have loved and I love, I am un-knowing now.

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