Understanding heartache

I guess yesterday was the first time I experienced true heartache. The pangs of free-falling agony from underneath the naval cavity, they're enough to pulverize a person. Tears feel as if they are literally wrung out. If heartache were an appliance, it would be a super-duty high-speed spin washing machine, or the aforementioned power blender. I think I'll start doing laundry manually and chopping my smoothies.

Humans go through quite a lot in a lifetime. How will we explain this awful ache to those who are born into the Paradise? They don't really have to know. They don't really have to understand the underlying theme of all popular music from the last few centuries of this system. It'd be nice if we didn't have to know it either.

I don't like heartache. I think it's stupid.