Love letter # 190

Wasn’t always like this, was it? Used to feel effortless. Natural. We always found a way. Now we get lost. Fight over the map. Go round in circles. Spiral.

Could it be we over-reached? Set a bar so high we were bound to stumble? In all likelihood we will never find out. Instead, we will drift – partly in denial, partly with longshot hope – until we too become numbers.

I wonder what stories will we learn to tell of one another.