a million miles more and youre still here
oh the history, the past, the what did and what did not. amazing that time has no way of knowing that is passes--we all just get taller, fatter, thinner, we do more drugs, we fall apart more often, we tell more lies. and to what end? what do we try to accomplish through these wastes of personal seconds?
can any one of us really admire the past in ways that dont completely outshine the future? or does the dystopic temper of that history leave us looking forward to times when everything will be in its right place. what can happen in a second only takes that long. everything changes and people die. not in that they lose their ability to breathe or to sustain a heartbeat, but they fall from favor of others, they reinvent, reconnect, they become reincarnations of past selves combined with any other self they have ever longed to be or experienced an envy for or jealousy of.
these walls go without paint or decor. we fill space in ways that the cognitive self is too flawed to see. the limbic system supports what we cannot think of--to change your mind is meaningless.
onward...
what am i sick of, 2006? indirect communication. rain. the debate over happy holidays and merry christmas. celeb-reality. psuedoreality. reality. thinking id like to see people i havent seen in years. realizing i dont care to see them. having a good time doing things id rather not do. explaining myself to a computer. watching things change and knowing its beyond all control. 80s revival bands. 80s bands. work. people in positions of power that arent responsible. abusers of all sorts. the career musicians who have never had a hit. dance music. attitiudes. misinterpretation. elixers and apothacaries.
oh so much more, right?
but 2006, if im so sick of all of those and more, is there anything im not sick of? lets dig in. birds. friends. the music that i think is good. days when i get to sleep in. knowing im smarter than anyone. bbq. bottled water. dogs.
there are more, but we'll stop.
a note:
contact those that you have the problems with. i wouldnt call your friend to complain about you. just say it when youre there. all this drama and no contribution. leaves me wondering: is it worth it?
can any one of us really admire the past in ways that dont completely outshine the future? or does the dystopic temper of that history leave us looking forward to times when everything will be in its right place. what can happen in a second only takes that long. everything changes and people die. not in that they lose their ability to breathe or to sustain a heartbeat, but they fall from favor of others, they reinvent, reconnect, they become reincarnations of past selves combined with any other self they have ever longed to be or experienced an envy for or jealousy of.
these walls go without paint or decor. we fill space in ways that the cognitive self is too flawed to see. the limbic system supports what we cannot think of--to change your mind is meaningless.
onward...
what am i sick of, 2006? indirect communication. rain. the debate over happy holidays and merry christmas. celeb-reality. psuedoreality. reality. thinking id like to see people i havent seen in years. realizing i dont care to see them. having a good time doing things id rather not do. explaining myself to a computer. watching things change and knowing its beyond all control. 80s revival bands. 80s bands. work. people in positions of power that arent responsible. abusers of all sorts. the career musicians who have never had a hit. dance music. attitiudes. misinterpretation. elixers and apothacaries.
oh so much more, right?
but 2006, if im so sick of all of those and more, is there anything im not sick of? lets dig in. birds. friends. the music that i think is good. days when i get to sleep in. knowing im smarter than anyone. bbq. bottled water. dogs.
there are more, but we'll stop.
a note:
contact those that you have the problems with. i wouldnt call your friend to complain about you. just say it when youre there. all this drama and no contribution. leaves me wondering: is it worth it?