And above all, you let life defeat you. All the gifts your parents gave you, all the love and patience of your friends, you drowned in a neurotoxin. You let misery win. And it will keep on winning till you die -- or overcome it.

Kreia: BORED *spins in the co-pilot chair* are we there yet? Atton: no. Kreia: euughhhggh. do you have games on your- ACK *sits bolt upright as the Exile enters the cockpit* Exile: how much longer to Nar Shadda? Kreia: Such impatience. Do not rush to meet destiny, or you will do so unprepared

one will soon sink, unrecorded, in the sea

I am in Cap Haitien interviewing people deported from the United States. I have been doing this kind of work for almost a decade and it literally does not get more dire than this. People have lost everything they built in the U.S. and are terrified and have no place to go or way to live.

Do you know who the fuck I am? I am a 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘳.

Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more?

Sara

Sorry, I ain't got nothing for you.

brogu