So I said,
The more the world goes on and the more I know about it, the more distance I want to keep from it.
This met with silence; the whole ethic of our shared generation was looking over the cliff's edge. Eyes went back to their plates, some to vegetarian pierogi, some to shaved carrots.
No one at table had heard just voiced a personal shame, exactly -- although I myself noted what I'd end-stopped. A box had been opened most usually kept shut tight. If the music emanating from it now introduced a dissonant chord, hearts stuttered at what might be sounded next.
There could be no 'next'.
An intermission was willed into being.
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