This is not a love letter.

La Belle Société (1942) by René Magritte

This is not a post about you or your dead hero. This is not a parable or a cautionary tale or a cry for help. This is a post about shame and remorse and the compassion you refuse to cultivate for yourself. Loosen up and feel this melody echoing through your arteries. Your dead heroes want more from you. Feel that.

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