Weariness. Bone-tiredness. It's strange how it affects even the most lazy, mindless of us. I expend torrents of anger during a day and am left a locust husk at the end of the day.
We should all wish to be as tired as the most tired. The hardest working people, the people who battle cancer, the mentally-tormented, none of them have a respite, none of them get a break from the Hammer.
As "The Prisoner" television show confirmed, you are either Anvil, or you are Hammer. You are either the force which drives the world, or you are the scarred visage of those who do not. It could be a comment on our times. And certainly, a comment on how crippling the zombie walk of time really is.
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