I saw a woman die today; i don't think there is a cure for the feeling of witnessing fate.
She was about fourty feet in front of me, in line, at the DMV and just collapsed onto the ground and floundered for a moment.
She didn't appear older then someodd 50 years, and her hands went open as if she was hyperextending her fingers, and then she just went limp.
No one helped her, they just rallied around her not knowing what to do.

A security guard ran over and tried to shake her to wake her up from whatever had happend, but she wouldn't move, she wouldn't wake.. they didn't even try cpr they just kinda shook her like that was some sort of cure.  They pulled her to the side and laid her on a leather padded bench, and she was just there, and the line kept moving, and she did not.  I thought it odd that nothing stopped moving, that even though she laid there bare with no breath, with the guard saying that she wasn't breathing, the line kept moving as if indifference was the word of the day.

This week is perhaps one of the worst i've ever had, and watching this took my sorrow and just made it numb, and void, as if it was a ship full of sailors who's boat was capsizing; and they complained as it sank but when it sank and their cries were no more the ocean just kept on.  Indifference has me terrified.

[ruiner]

Beacons of sonar mapping algorithms eating the space as a multidimensional void.
Experiencing the notion that all is strange in this context he moves forward towards the attention grabbing hum of a rapier as it taps at the front footing of a stranger.
As a war begins, the two adversaries consecutively slash at the tendons of their counterpoint but disregarding the action, a clarity in the void is provided as an appeal.
The football game doesn't stop because a player realizes he is atomic, nor does science stop when its product is a bomb, and such is life.

[ruiner]