From every nook and cranny the sirens of profit and culture sing a numbing song, inviting us into the soft glaze of pain-freeness. Hurt, pain, sorrow, grief? We’ve got a drug, a drink, a sport for you. But they never print the warning label on the side: feel the pain or nothing at all, because the opposite of love is not hate, it is the indifference that moves in when numbness comes to stay.
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