Weak #12-15:

Today I'm living in two places. Upperworld is happy and sunny and efficient, but the invisible underworld is a grim pit of rage. The result is a bout of maskwearing; a useful strategy to avoid telling truth, when the appropriate social script calls for polite adherence to the social contract. A delayed reaction to talking to someone on Saturday who told me truth and history. Slow burner - was OK at the time. Now. I rage for her and for all silenced women and children - and yeah, for me too. I will not be a Victim nor a Survivor.

Hush, dear, don't make a fuss. There are no monsters inside the palisades.

And because I'm making myself write it, as a marker on the mountainside: ( Project 'Fed up' - Weeks 12 to 15 )

Normal service will be resumed shortly. Sorry to anyone who got brittled in the interim.
Isn't the social construction of LJ interesting...