we interrupt this program to bring you - by Lilian Caylee

this is not a drill.

I have to be honest: my heart is heavy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m perfectly capable of pretending that everything is fine, of living day by day, concerning myself with only the corporeal, the immediate, the facts and fictions of my individual reality. But I’m hurting. And I’m sure that everyone else must be hurting too or I’m bewildered that no one else seems to be hurting or I’m wondering why we don’t pronounce our hurt, louder, from the mountain’s edge (spare me your Instagram stories and re-posts though). How do we go on? How are we going on? Are the gods so apathetic to humanity? Are…

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