I’m no theorist, no therapist. Couldn’t tell you what the trouble was, or where it started. How it happened. These are all good questions, but they’re like a broken record, stuck on repeat, in my head. All these building blocks that don’t match up, and you keep asking why, you wonder how it’s so. Well, all I know for certain is how much I don’t know. And that these riddles of the mind can wear you down to your very bones —
They’re almost always better left alone.