The Fabulous Crossroad-interrogative 6 Worder

The disintegration is near complete. Emotional, intellectual, moral, artistic and now financial too.

So when all goes, comes a kind of anaesthetised consciousness. Like looking at the world from the wrong end of the telescope.

It's class X all over again.

Shut the door. Shut the window. There is no high and no low. Life's got even.

That's when Hamlet posed the fabulous crossroad-interrogative 6 worder- To be or not to be?

Which meant, to feather and blow or to rock and chip.

To stand and do. Or to lie and be done.

And it is amazing, how the solitude of pain is as singular, as forlorn as the solitude of pleasure.

Sepulchural.