This is what my writing look like these days.

What does all of this mean?

Does it matter?

Is there a point?

To whom?

Do I have a responsibility to...?
Is it wrong to...?
Why does it...?

When do I...?

Can't we just...?
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Certainties unhinged, 

Fell by the wayside at the very first inkling of that-which-inspires.

Uncertainties.

Connections,

Tenuous, frail, precious.

Unattainable.

A glimpse. 

A moment.

A realization.

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Where will we be in 10 years?