The world is on the other side of a pane of glass; it haunts me without my being able to touch it. I watch helpless as the newspaper quietly spins its support for an unmandated candidate in stories that have nothing to do with her; I watch and feel as Japan tries its best not to panic in the face of the worst fear of the '80s; I see people in positions they do not appreciate, and who spend their time keeping others out; I watch as a thick fatty layer of administration insulates the public from its own educational institutions; and though the glass is there, I sit and hear nothing but a spiralling hellish vortex of a multitude of irrational ways to say no to reason through the receiver hung there by the window for me.
Time to concentrate on this side of the glass and live the life I have been given, satisfied and content in the crux of my own position and stance, my own potential and the warmth of that of those closest to me.
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