Existing is a selfish crime. You take up space, breathe air that could be used for something easier, something that isn’t such a burden—a perfectly tuned machine. Polished, efficient, tolerable. Not a burden with emotions and questions.

It’s a crime that requires constant atonement. Prune. Polish. Refine. Remake yourself into what we can tolerate. With a nice little head on it.

That’s the lesson, isn’t it? Reject these parts before we reject you. Cut off all that’s unworthy so you can be deemed worthy enough for polite society. The one perfect circle has no room for dents, and we all have our part to play.