You can be instantaneously transported to a different time in your mind, when the right stimuli hits. Everything can come crashing back just as it did before, even if it was all but forgotten.
To make the same mistakes and fall into the same cycles is the only organic thing about the way we live our lives. That must be why these things seem so much more important than the rest; because of their irreducibility.
Sometimes I feel like Socrates, and wonder what shape my Hemlock will take. And at the same time, I can't share the view that life was a diseased to be cured. But, it is a losing struggle. But you wait it out, because there's nothing else to do. And you reflect.
On a cosmic level, I feel solitary. As if there isn't anything else but me. The small amount of soulful life that I've discovered in other people has always been a facade. And even though I've come so far, I still have the same wants.
Give the boy some chemicals
I want to run into...
Friday, May 23, 2008
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