When there is injustice, correct it - corruption, pierce through it - unfairness.......

That is what one says, but in actuality, under the stiff conformity of reality, it becomes increasingly harder to act, until one finds themselves paralyzed under this repulsive inaction...

Maddening, the clouds; maddening, even, the clack of the keyboard under the stroke of my own fingers. Disturbed is a generous word, yet something akin to loathing could better describe it, no that is untrue, that too is untrue.

What is truth? Am I ever honest, honest, even, to myself? Am I honest in what I write? Can someone ever be? Truth becomes blurred through the action of thinking, then pondering, then scripting, then recording, then writing or speaking. What is heard or read is already a lie.