Carried: A.L.D.

It runs as a grievance filed against the order of things — the sense that the direction a life is taking was decided elsewhere, against the wishes of the one living it, and with no explanation offered. The nerve that carries a signal is the site: the line between intention and arrival goes faulty, and instruction stops reaching its destination. Below the quarrel is a childhood spent answering one's own needs because no one else would, which taught that the arrangement is either indifferent or hostile; what the shape asks for is a reason it can examine rather than a verdict it must accept.

If something is running all this, it isn't on my side, and I've started thinking about leaving.

Job, arguing his case against a silence, refusing to concede that the suffering was deserved. The form implies a task: to keep the question open without letting it curdle into a settled distrust of everything.