Oh, The Places You'll Go


Thy Will Be Done

I know what they're thinking: 'There goes Dana off the deep end again. Zero to sixty in three seconds flat.' But I don't care. For once, I just. Don't. Care. Screw Karl Marx; I am one of the people and the way life has been shaking down lately I could do with a dose of opium.

I don't know what happened to me. Maybe I'm not supposed to. Maybe it's ineffable. All I know is it's been a long time since I've felt this way. At peace. Me — Dana Whittaker — at peace. So there must be something there. Must be. Right? ... Right?

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