REAL
loss
is
shared
destiny.
it makes us (wethink)
a. how amazing what we still got is;
b. a crazed mission 2 replace what we lost;
c. sink into morbid quicksand.
:::obligatory 'in memoriam' worship of faux gods:::is this tribute 2 whatisgone. or our need 2 focus on a gap in habit/routine :::WHY isn't that person/thing available forme rightnow.
:::real loss is not losing the race, the election :::those are perceived and desirable; perhaps 2 gain/achieve more future stuff.
real loss is losing what we already have; real stuff, real ideas, real people, real pets, real passion.
::: we lost stuff.
our senseofhumor.
::: got one?