My family are a bunch of serious people
who suffer lifes many seperations from
order and organization with grim forbearance.
To my parents life is achievement,
attainment, "where we look for immunity
we find trial". Hard pushing, goal oriented
stock. As for me, I fear a frightening
emptyness.. after a struggle with no real
meaning outside the cruel.

I dream of someday being a writer but I'm
well on my way to becoming a concert
pianist. At times I think I can see what
my life will be like, not crystal ball stuff,
but what lies ahead after years of
school, of practice and patient sacrifice.
Sometimes it seems my life is so
completely dedicated to this commerce,
this purchase of future, that it is,
at once, a gift and a terrible poison.

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