sometimes i have to get so lost and bitter
at the lost films festival (traveling selection of non commercial films). .. they show a short documentary on burning man, and my heart is filled with such a fist of tangled emotions, and a rising anger - i want to punch someone in the face. one because i don't want to see these images mediated back to me ont he screen.. and i can't find the words, but more importantly: it was something that i really believed. i said to my friends, people i knew, come to this, this is something truly amazing, this is something that you will enter and will change you forever and will bind us forever.
because i said, i want to share this experience with you... . i wanted to share this experience with you. and then, somehow, it got taken away and my hands went empty where they once had been full of fragments of light.
i wanted to share this experience with you, in the real way, in the way that's at the heart of everything and you're so afraid of might actually be possible. it was out there, and i wanted you to see it.
and now i just look into my hands and feel the empty unwillingess to understand and the let down self consciousness of the inability to communicate. i wanted to share this experience with you i wanted to share this experience with you.
because i said, i want to share this experience with you... . i wanted to share this experience with you. and then, somehow, it got taken away and my hands went empty where they once had been full of fragments of light.
i wanted to share this experience with you, in the real way, in the way that's at the heart of everything and you're so afraid of might actually be possible. it was out there, and i wanted you to see it.
and now i just look into my hands and feel the empty unwillingess to understand and the let down self consciousness of the inability to communicate. i wanted to share this experience with you i wanted to share this experience with you.