And Even So,

I wonder why I feel safer among the good/nice people away from home than I do when I am home.

Neither place are they trying to stop the devastation.

Both places they are building newer and bigger unsustainable fantasies when we are at the place where we must face facts or watch our futures die.

I am the future of our past; there is no place for me.

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