Clockwork hells

Jesus H. Christ, I don’t see how I’ll make it another 30 years, or 20.  Every new person I meet is a puzzle box not unlike the ones in the Hellraiser films.

I don’t want to know their life histories.  They are not real, their pain is not real, I can’t invest anything in them.  Keep them away.

I wish finding the Gateway out of here involved long hours of sitting and living in isolation, but if you live in a complex society, you’re fated to deal with its clockwork hells. 

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