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Do you get worried? I worry. There are many things that can go wrong. At least we can talk about them… that helps keep things working. Just don’t talk too much; stand within the blast radius but close your eyes.

 
 
 
Words are tricky things. Language is a system without steadfast rules; ever changing, impossible to discuss without using it. It’s scary. It’s the only thing that allows us to distance ourselves from life and its overwhelming events. Best not scratch too deep and ruin the magic.

There is a creeping sense of unspoken responsibility to ensure that we don’t ever undo our ultimate coping mechanism; we like to know things, we like to be certain, we like to forget that maybe it all means nothing much at all. People panic when their TV screens go blank, it is a symptom of a larger fear.

An ’80s power ballad to sooth a broken heart; full of hubristic rebellion, ultimately it doesn’t really mean anything. Words will make us all feel better… but you can’t trust ‘em: while you’re singing into your hairbrush all defiant they’re off making sentences with somebody else.