Back home in Kuantan, on Raya Haji, I got a revelation, a moment of clarity that pumped my heart so hard, I could feel the systolic pounding on my rib cage.
It was like my heart had a dick and was humping my chest. My blood pressure went up. That day, I almost went up to 150 over 100.
I finally understood everything. I put the pieces together, and the picture is not pretty at all.
There are loads of things to do, in order to prevent a bitter crumbling of all structures. All structures are unsafe, and everything is always in flux, but there are still things that need to be done.
Of course, there is no hope. Wishing and hoping are the actions of dumbass motherfuckers.
I do what I can, in my small capacity.