quagmire is a funny sounding word.
perhaps it is funny..
that while we’re trying so desperately to play it safe, to obtain/maintain security/success, we’re only just perpetuating/perfecting the very danger/hazard/bog we were trying to keep from.
[it’s like that slow-mo nightmare where you’ll never outrun the monster, or where the slowness of the sinking further emphasizes the deepness/danger/quickness of the sand.]
or perhaps it is not. (funny).
since there is more evidence than not, that the slough/marsh/quag we’re choosing, is/is becoming the death of us.