Saturday, April 24, 2010
We’re friends, you and I. If you see me in a bar, I’ll buy you a beer. Just ask. We may not know each other, but we are kin nonetheless. We are united in our agony. That is what ties us together. All people suffer. We suffer the same way, for the same reasons. We share that. It makes us unique. We’re uncommon, unrecognized, and unspoken. We are a group without identity. We don’t need one. That is the nature of what we are, alone. Our trials must be endured alone.