It only takes a moment for your attention to drift away. From all that brings you down, all that keeps you tied to the mast of obsession and apathy. I must admit I tend to be attracted to the wrong men. But wrongness can take up a multiplicity of features, and you never know what's waiting for you after the next turn.

A million ways to be hurt, let down or betrayed. A million methods to excite, inspire and tear you to pieces. Yet we still find a place for hope- there lies the beauty of it all. Praise the futility of happiness, the mindlessness of joy, the insistence of optimism to show up when it's least expected. What is human nature, if not a hymn to antithesis?