Even when there was little, there was more. More flirtations. More distractions in general.
We have given up. For now. Perhaps forever. Contentment has not replaced it. Without love there can be no contentment. It’s human nature to want it, perhaps even expect it. All that’s left now is acceptance. A dampening of adventure and tenderness. Nothing can wither. Nothing can flourish. This is what has become of our souls.
We’re all little Liddells scrambling down an endless field of rabbit holes.