It is not leaving, it is not leaving" - John Lennon
the worst part about my current life is how my answers to everything have become scatterings. nay! incoherent ramblings even! of the postmodern kind. you know, the types that go "it's all a matter of choice bla bla bla bla...". and it just occured to me that i have never truly convinced myself that there is a purpose in empathy, compassion or love - or whatever it means these days.
the .life. is morphing into something lesser. evolving even, into an artefact of a hyper-reality, taken for as nothing but pigments of vanity, none the wiser from yesterday than it is today, or the days before. now, it would seem to me, that more and more people react more violently to the superficial, the ephemereal, to empty (albeit extravagant) promises, abusively deragatory remarks and in the absence of necessary words, deafening silences. so more often than not, i think my stupidity is the best card to play in this game of other follies. watch how i lower my head down, pull my knees to my chest, and grit my teeth, just to humour you.
now laugh.
