They are the hunters, we are the foxes.

Did you ever notice that armour is just amour with an extra R?
False friends or binary opposites?
Was Derrida right to say that the meaning of one word exists only in contrast with its opposite?
Can love exist only when we stop protecting ourselves from being hurt? 
Any given moment is a chance not to shut down.
But any given moment is easily squandered.
A second where you should have hesitated before opting for the easy way out.
Phantom feelings are not like phantom limbs.
Once cut off they don't come back to haunt you. 
They're just gone.
I was waging war on windmills.
Repeating loudly "Pick it up, put it down! a little light reading; a bedtime story!?"
Angrily formulating my defenses as I sank deeper into the quicksand of the misled.
Falling back on past emotions is not a crime, but a disgraceful part of being human.

And trusting the present is perhaps the most jarringly human risk we can take.




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