another night as issues are at hand. no time is wasted in these cryptic, dodgy exchanges. people like us play our cards close to our chests and are the last to fold, after all options and bluffs are exercised. it ultimately comes down to the deal.

my mind funnels everything into a concentrated stream across hours and hours of conceptualizations and rationalizations and excuses for staying the course without a clear goal. it's a war without an adversary, life is.

or is the war itself the antagonist? is even that institution within a metaphor fatally flawed? yet again i need to rethink it all.

(when it rains it pours)