Gods little savage, Every now and then you get a good one, one that treats you right, feeds you regularly, gives you attention, those you try and hang on to for as long as you can, but, as you know, deep down inside, its going to be over, somethings going to go wrong, and you dread what might be coming next, some wild animal maybe, kill or be killed, eat fucking live bloody food, the foods on the ground, writhing, just like on the discovery channel, or maybe you go from that good time to something more horrific, like consciousness of yourself, how tenable and fragile everything is, maybe you have empathy, fighting between cynicism and hope, sometimes thats hell too. Once that happens, you cant forget how good or how bad it can be, everything becomes carceral, containment, trying to escape the one and embrace the other, again, never completely understanding how you got here, to this moment, feeling trapped. Of course, now, being able to write it, youve done that ...