Like when the world was new to him and he was new to it too and he felt the technology the men the tools the detectives they all have a great deal of and nothing can stand in their way. That governments do their job they are big they are in power they have police and armies and weapons and tools and lots of stuff that can be used to, sure, there were always a few exceptions; dead women here, teens hung on trees there, but the rest is under.
Like sinking in black dark oceans where he can’t see a thing with the feeling of moving all the time but because the depth is endless there is no.
Like the great war, like when he discovered that 100 years later they were bickering over who when how.
Like the volcanoes of civil wars.
Like when he met Adelaide; deaths, kidnappings, and the animals in the zoo and they don’t know why or how it got out of.
Like the time when he thought Adults don’t (and can’t) run, why should they?
Like dreams, like talking in your sleep without.
Like that insect that hisses in your ear and will not stop and you have no.
30 years of life now and, for him, growing up was the process that allowed him to see it all spiraling out of, that no one has any, life is not under, governments do not have, adults are losing.