He was always so desperately sad, as if a great tragedy was coming one day that could not be contained in the moment and needed to be spread throughout his entire life.

He was always so desperately sad that he became numb to it until it was like he wasn’t except in the small destructive things he did to him and his.

He found his distraction in the outer things like black clouds racing as sheep being herded to the horizon by the north wind or busying himself at the practice of being human with all of it’s many complex nuances: smiling, talking, feeling, laughing and the ever elusive love.

There was a place to land in the exercise – never so perfect to seem the creepy android but not so poor to seem alien…the best place was the somewhat broken.

In the mean time he kept the social life of a shark, swimming to whom and what he would – consuming.

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