You want to know why the distant undo you, break you down, tear us apart, get us at each other's throats?
Because it's always easier to hit when you where to strike.
And you always know the weaknesses of those close to you better than you know those of others.
I've always talked about hanging kings before thieves and criticized society at its widest point, but--
I'm crawling up the leviathan's ass.
I've always talked about banding together, about relying more on local uses rather than distant, impersonal thems, but--
I think I gave her a good reason to strike me today.
And I think it's far easier to destroy a marriage than a social hierarchy.
And maybe I'm just becoming one more petty little man defining himself by pushing others away. I say I want freedom, I want to move in new directions, I want to stand on my own... But I'm a dog like any other, biting at those closest to me, chewing not on the bones of my real enemies but of wasted and vanished friends.
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