Becoming
I’m alone in the world, and I know it. I am coming to the realization of how alone - alone - means. It means no one else. I like others, but they are either on the other side of the internet, or are in my Garden of Eden. Mind you my garden comes with not just one but many snakes. As if one retired professor of Political Philosophy and Nietzsche scholar isn’t snake enough, no I’ve got to have other established professors slandering and trying to plagiarize me.
But ya know what? I’m ok, for the most part. I get bummed out now and then, but I think about all the big wigs and all their resources and all their contacts and all their money and all their privilege, and guess what? I’M STILL HERE! I’m alone, but I’m still here!!
But ya know what? I’m ok, for the most part. I get bummed out now and then, but I think about all the big wigs and all their resources and all their contacts and all their money and all their privilege, and guess what? I’M STILL HERE! I’m alone, but I’m still here!!