i wake in the night with a rumble in my gut and a soulless sense of wandering and that feeling that grabs you down in the diaphragm in your belly and says nothing but security is a lie you tell yourself anytime you might believe it but really all you know for sure is you're gonna die someday.
the things that warm me from this kind of bone cold chill are few. One of these is a simple truth as fragile as any other, and hints that my type A persona is a deep and abiding trait if any is:
I love my job.
That is all.
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