Something to express someone feeling totally impotent and ripping a hole in their roof out of a sense of impotence and anger and desperation...
Madness string 1720
We recount old beats of other stories, we retrace our steps, take refuge in echoes of that which is familiar. We follow custom and ritual because we have no map. We reach out blindly. We cannot see the path, and, far from home, we cling to the way these things are always done.