It took an hour and a half and I was MIZERABLE every minute of it. That getup is very uncomfy. How do these folks who wear that getup all day long stand it?
It will get darker before the dawn assuming there is a dawn. Meanwhile we carry on as best we can. For how long?
What size is death? Where is the bluebird of your happiness?. How high is up? What is the meaning of life? Why are we here? What is our purpose? Whom can we trust? What lies ahead? What is love? Will I ever understand what I need to understand to comprehend what I need to comprehend?
Hopeful hopeless. Which izzit?