Profound frustration
As a child I found the slowest, cruelest way to kill a butterfly was to put it in a jar with a stick and some leaves, to make it feel at home, then watch as it starved. Now, as an adult, I’ve found the slowest, cruelest way to kill one’s spirit is to deprive it of what it loves the most.
*sigh*
Listening to:
The hum of fluorescent lights
