He who sees, but is not seen

I don’t know what it is about coyote howls, wolf howls, dog growls, human screams, human shouts, human roars. Roars.

I don’t know, maybe it strikes some kind of unevolved, primal, emotional core in me. It twinges some primordial string in my soul that I can’t ignore and drives me up the wall.

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I’m at a stagnant point. I can’t decide. I have so many reasons to, so many reasons not to. It’s such a big decision; I can’t make it on my own.