There has come upon me a moment, somewhat recently, where I am hit with a sense that I have lived through a period of purgatory. Maybe we all have. All the nails ripped out of whatever was comfortable and consistent in life; changes of circumstances so dramatic it doesn't seem like it is me looking back from the mirror; things going well in a relative sense; things going poorly in a relative sense...
In some obscure sense of self, buried deep below the clutter, change becomes both feared and desired.
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