Augustus

Among us we find those who question, and those who keep with the frantic movement long after any pretense of knowing why has faded. Are we just swimming? Trying to out-run and out-perfect, trying to beat the norms trying to deplete our souls enough to find a delicate old-age? Destroy what makes the pain and the face and the lies, they all sing along and become institutionalized so we no longer know what, or whom we so instinctively fight.