On mice and men

There's a reason for this.

The same way there's a reason I found myself alone at Klee on Friday just needing a drink, and a laugh. Just to laugh.

There're so many reasons for the world; but none of them are for me.

There's a reason why mice think they rule the country - because by and large they do -- and a reason why I was never truly a mouse - because I don't belong here.

And a reason why I don't play their games : because I never belonged here.

I never saw a world of mice and men. I lived for eight years in a society of people. Just people.

And even before I left, even growing up in the country apart from the system : I just saw people. Just people.

There's a reason why C cheesed off the bartenders at Klee, and the Family of women who had taken me under my wing, and a reason why I didn't. I never walked the walk of a mouse, never wanted to appear overbearing, overconfident or arrogant.

I simply don't think in terms of mice, and men.

I just see people.

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And maybe a reason why it feels like there's nobody to talk to right now when I really need to, and even if there were I wouldn't want to, and a reason why it's just so damn hard to read and maybe a reason why I don't eat much from time to time, and why tonight I'm hungry but I don't feel like eating.

I'm sure there's a reason for everything.

I'm sure there's a reason for everything.