When one is traumatized by anticipation?
When something that’s never happened
Happens out of nowhere or
When something that happens often
Stops happening for no reason?
Which of the two kinds is the worst?
What gives rise to this weird feeling?
The unwavering hopefulness about the future, or
The unstoppable hopelessness of the present
If there is one truly authentic anticipation
It is the anticipation of our own demise
Everything else is merely a distraction
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