To Do List
Pulse. City beat. People coming and going, leading hurried lives. I move among them but am not one. I get what I need and get out. I feel relief when the deed is done, but that relief is only temporary.
Living is nothing but a series of repetitive rituals. A bit too simplistic perhaps, but that's how it feels. It is never done. Things need doing again and again. Day-to-day decisions seem silly and trivial while larger crises loom.
The longer I go on, the less persuaded I am by my own experience. Everything happens all at once, the experience of separation between events is the illusion of time. What benefit does that illusion serve?
I am a single cell adrift in a social organism. I wonder what purpose I serve. I wonder why I am.
I do not feel the call of any biological imperative, so what then?
Living is nothing but a series of repetitive rituals. A bit too simplistic perhaps, but that's how it feels. It is never done. Things need doing again and again. Day-to-day decisions seem silly and trivial while larger crises loom.
The longer I go on, the less persuaded I am by my own experience. Everything happens all at once, the experience of separation between events is the illusion of time. What benefit does that illusion serve?
I am a single cell adrift in a social organism. I wonder what purpose I serve. I wonder why I am.
I do not feel the call of any biological imperative, so what then?