These faces laughing, blocking my path.
I've been thinking a lot lately.
It's really the only thing I have time to do- and still feel complete in some small way.
I supose it comes down to belief, or lack of belief. Or, really, my own ability to cope with the world at large. I refuse to believe that the world is so bland. That there is nothing magical and exciting out there. Nothing unexplained.
It terrifies me. Waking me up at night in a cold sweat.
The world seemingly small. Connected through the infinate reaches of cyberspace. Where is the escape? How can anyone cope with this? Where is the chance to drop it all and move on? What it is all about, really?
Why do we try to excel in some things? To impress? To secure? To Advance?
Blasphamies. With such a short time here, why bother? Is there a secret thrill I don't know about? A secret handshake that reality gives those in the know. Fuck that. This process of preceiving we call reality- I don't want any part of it. I'd rather be beyond-- or behind it. I'd rather things make no sense, then to allow this to become any more solid.
It's really the only thing I have time to do- and still feel complete in some small way.
I supose it comes down to belief, or lack of belief. Or, really, my own ability to cope with the world at large. I refuse to believe that the world is so bland. That there is nothing magical and exciting out there. Nothing unexplained.
It terrifies me. Waking me up at night in a cold sweat.
The world seemingly small. Connected through the infinate reaches of cyberspace. Where is the escape? How can anyone cope with this? Where is the chance to drop it all and move on? What it is all about, really?
Why do we try to excel in some things? To impress? To secure? To Advance?
Blasphamies. With such a short time here, why bother? Is there a secret thrill I don't know about? A secret handshake that reality gives those in the know. Fuck that. This process of preceiving we call reality- I don't want any part of it. I'd rather be beyond-- or behind it. I'd rather things make no sense, then to allow this to become any more solid.