The Seamless

There is a Neighborhood I know, where the people are fine all the time and have no desires, no secret oddities that they won't admit to, they have no loves. They are utterly complacent to the cards life has dealt them, and think it backward to be otherwise. This place exists inside myself . . . . . It is a fiend to the weary, and an enemy to the fast of heart. It is called "Unconcerned".