What I wrote since then...
(The following was something I wrote to express my state of mind last week)
"I was a person who once was a dancer, a martial artist, a mentor, a cashier, a dishwasher, a homeless bum, a thief, a criminal, even an alcoholic. Different people looked at me differently depending on who they wanted me to be. Various dreams in my life have sprung up, flitted about, and died. The horizion looks very black from here. The sun is all around, but I'm heading into darker territories... this is the direction I have chosen. Culture...civilization... seems so fake now, as if I were to throw a rock at the sky and knock a chip loose. Everyone acts so fake, lives for such miniscule reasons, justifiying all of it. There is no going back, and nothing to hang onto."
"I was a person who once was a dancer, a martial artist, a mentor, a cashier, a dishwasher, a homeless bum, a thief, a criminal, even an alcoholic. Different people looked at me differently depending on who they wanted me to be. Various dreams in my life have sprung up, flitted about, and died. The horizion looks very black from here. The sun is all around, but I'm heading into darker territories... this is the direction I have chosen. Culture...civilization... seems so fake now, as if I were to throw a rock at the sky and knock a chip loose. Everyone acts so fake, lives for such miniscule reasons, justifiying all of it. There is no going back, and nothing to hang onto."