Lens

Keeping up old habits is an exhausting task. There must be some worthwhile gain in the game of self-sabotage or it wouldn't be such a popular sport. The mirror I hold in front of me is a grimy, broken lens through which images scream to be noticed. Relinquish all sense of specialness; everyone is a star in this rotating galaxy. Is this how community is formed? Hot spots that carom off each other in search of the deep and meaningful? We've all been exiled to the village of individuality.