You sense my anxiety. You know the situation just as well as I do. I watch you, day after day; your eyes have begun to glaze and your stance has slackened. The impression of a yoke dimples the skin of your shoulders, covered at all times. Unassuming. Don’t you dare become complacent. Must warn others. Don’t you dare lose faith. Must not sleep. Take up in your right hand the reins looping self-control and self-pity, and pull them taut. There is no predetermined solution; only the act of answering remains.