Part of me always wants to apologize for the way I am, because the conveniently interlocking composition of our entire society makes my lines of unyielding criticism appear antisocial, but I just have no room in my head for bullshit or fantasies while I'm still living under the system that immiserated and killed the people I love most, among so many others' beloved. That undertone will never be vacated from the struggle you see in this life now dedicated to their liberation and their memory.