Where's it all going? Where's it all leading? Is there a pattern? Is the pattern falling apart? W.'s in the dark, and it's not a propitious darkness. It is not a resting place. There are terrible stirrings out there. Murmurs.
Something is awakening. Something is turning in its sleep. And as it turns, we turn too. And as it awakens, something in us awakens. Will our lives make sense one day, when it wakes? Will it all become clear on the day another part of us stands and stretches in the sun?
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