Fight On.
― When you come in through the door you have to go for the cologne right away. You can't go to the shower because that's too clean; the lingering stench of neglected anger must be allowed to rise above what rationality you've kept in reserves. You want the anger and disappointment to spill over the rational mind and consume reason. Reason demands hesitation and glorifies a moment's peace that would give birth to a sensible solution. But, you don't want to stop. You're not interested in a sensible [...].
