a trauma occurred.

in its wake, us. a family a four. outside and within, all guideposts on how to live have fallen away, looking the same as ever yet offering nothing. perpetual strandedness can be this sensations only distillation

what fills this house? our house? the same bodies, the same walls we’ve fashioned as comfortable safeguard against the crude mad world. yet, in typical of the conniving world, it found its way in.