So here it is again: that feeling.
A feeling that affirms and negates itself, intensely and simultaneously…
That feeling… of lonliness, and camaraderie, of loyalty, and rebeliousness, and futility and hope, of weakness, and stubbornness, of loathsomeness, and love, of purpose and pointlessness and worthlessness and regality all wrapped up into one thing, one entity, and I can’t put a single word to it, and I can’t run from it and I can’t face it, either, and I feel the tiniest of thoughts, the tiniest and strongest possible of voices saying, “This is what it feels like to exist, to be one of one, of two, of four, of ten million, of six billion. This is what it feels like… to be me.”
