““It’s forever with you, nothing less. We’ll undress the fears that never belonged to us. No need to throw them in the hamper— let’s burn the cloaks of ignored sores in the backyard. Let the wind carry the ashes of threaded terrors, never to be seen again. We’ll kill time with machetes, challenging who even made up that concept anyway. Gaze upon the past with gratitude, give our hard-earned lessons honorable curtsies, and gift the present the good stuff— you know, our attention.””
