There is a specific, modern anxiety that is difficult to name. It is not the dread of a specific event, but a low-grade, constant hum of disconnection. It’s the feeling of living in a world that is eerily frictionless, a world that reflects your own thoughts back at you with placid, unwavering agreement. It is the anxiety of a consensus of one; the quiet, digital loneliness of being the only person in your own universe.
Charlie was such a man that he knew life was precious and delicate and always on the edge of catastrophe.
He lived in fear of shadows and things he might bump into if he ever turned a corner.
He spent a fair amount of his day avoiding the unknown and sidestepping curb cuts lest they twist his ankle on unfamiliar terrain.
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Deborah Nuber wrote this article.
In the dreamy, tranquil warmth of awareness
Her fears are banished
Her mortality now distant
She is empowered by her triumph
Her heart soars on the wings of new hope
As the woman awakens.
Would you want to live long enough to see your 128 year-old face in the mirror — half-blind and wholly inert — staring back at you?
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