The old man has started to rant about leaving his closest family, about spending more time with his children. The children within earshot roll their eyes: they remember how he left them before.
Full disclosure: I am an incredibly angry person, but that does not mean that I hate. The two are too often conflated.
All certainty is a lie at this point. Only shouting loudly in the face of a loved one is acceptable now. It’s like deciding what to have for dinner at tea time, with a child shouting.
At this point Marvel could release a twenty minute short of a dog carrying a monkey on its back and it would be top of the box office for several months. That is for starters.
I have often taken the view that life is utterly meaningless, and I find that unshakeable.
If I know I’m about to have a tough time I like to put on a favourite t-shirt: It provides a sense of comfort.
Winged bestiality; aerial barbarism; malign and aloft.