☙ Yeah, sometimes I get asked, “Are you pushing yourself too hard? Are your expectations of yourself realistic?” And it feels… impossible.
⦾ YES and how are we even expected to figure this out? That’s like asking if two ships in a storm are approaching each other or not. Who cares? There’s a storm and it’s getting dark. And someone needs to do something before everyone gets shipwrecked.
☙ —Vanny?
⦾ And we’re all so caught up with “are they going to attack us” that we forget we’re both cosmic grains of sand in an impossibly large beach and this universe has absolutely no problem with brutally rearranging our every last atom in the blender of entropy.
☙ Vanny, I think you’re—
⦾ ǔ̶͔g̵̺̓h̶͋ I’m hyperventilating. I’m light-headed. I— I need—
☙ Let’s get bubble tea. Earl Grey, no sugar, less ice. Just how you like it.
Vanny catches her breath then silently nods. Not smiling. A face somewhere on the long journey from frustrated to thankful.
