In the process of resurrecting old and nearly forgotten selves, I retrieved not just their aspirations and possibilities, but also their loose ends and unfinished business.
This compulsion towards tying up loose ends and terminating unfinished business belongs to an old self as well.
Which was why today passed with the newly undead carrying out the affairs of the other newly undead—which robbed the present (and very much alive) self any possibility of rest and peace.
Is this the only brand of happiness we can find in this postmodern world? This musical chairs variety where a majority of selves win but always and only at the expense of a minority?
What a disquieting and disheartening thought.