Try as I might, I cannot stop intense flashes of extreme and disgusting mutilation and torture of humans at the hands of other humans or at the workings of industrial machinery. Or trains, or automobiles, etc. I just keep thinking of the chaos of viscera caused by such sadistic events as the torture that can be inflicted by humans driven to feral means by the insurmountable pressure of survival in the wilderness. I keep thinking of mangled bodies forced to be deformed and turned in all ways, blown apart inside-out by the unnatural beast of heavy machinery.
It’s really causing me to feel physically overwhelmed. I feel as if I might have a heart attack, really.
