Saturday, October 18, 2008
the voice is back
you remember this voice, coiling its way across the digital landscape.
it is time to exfoliate the pores of verbiage, to force the mass of vocabulary back into its usable parts instead of its usual solid mass of wasted neurons. to cull individual words from the bleating horde. to combine them into hereby unvisualized images. to mold them into metaphors before they have a thought to allude too.
there is a strange climate in my small little world. it feels like at some point, everything around me is just going to snap, and i will find myself in the middle of a violent social war. i see myself standing on a sidewalk, hearing an explosion, then watching small groups of people run past to some unknown location. i will know there is some sort of war on, and i will stand there strangely unperturbed. i may wonder if my bus is still coming, but i will wait for it anyways.
i wonder there is any sort of chaos my stupid little world could cook up that would actually disturb me. it would all be so anticlimactic. while i may sit here and think we sit at a precipice, how will things really change for me? we'll just move from one form of absurd to another, and i still won't eat regular meals, whether food is available or not.
i am no revolutionary. somehow, i am past railing against things. i struggle pointing out simple obvious fallacies at this point. i don't really feel like searching out the satisfaction and contentment a perfectly just and logical world would provide. i mostly just want to be left alone to ponder my own obvious fallacies. i don't need other people's ill-conceived notions to silt up the waters, i have my own to piece together or tear apart. i will search for rationality in myself, and just expect irrationality from everywhere else. i will search for irrationality in myself to better know what to expect. that may be the way to go, acknowledge it while accepting it as inevitable.
but i am bored. i think if there was some sort of anarchy or upheaval, i would probably follow along just to see what all the fuss is about. the anonymous soldier who arrived from no where, and goes unremembered when he disappears. did you know that 420 ml is 14.20 oz? why do we know that? why do we carry around this extra chair that no one uses? oh well, spark that thing back up.
you remember this voice, coiling its way across the digital landscape.
it is time to exfoliate the pores of verbiage, to force the mass of vocabulary back into its usable parts instead of its usual solid mass of wasted neurons. to cull individual words from the bleating horde. to combine them into hereby unvisualized images. to mold them into metaphors before they have a thought to allude too.
there is a strange climate in my small little world. it feels like at some point, everything around me is just going to snap, and i will find myself in the middle of a violent social war. i see myself standing on a sidewalk, hearing an explosion, then watching small groups of people run past to some unknown location. i will know there is some sort of war on, and i will stand there strangely unperturbed. i may wonder if my bus is still coming, but i will wait for it anyways.
i wonder there is any sort of chaos my stupid little world could cook up that would actually disturb me. it would all be so anticlimactic. while i may sit here and think we sit at a precipice, how will things really change for me? we'll just move from one form of absurd to another, and i still won't eat regular meals, whether food is available or not.
i am no revolutionary. somehow, i am past railing against things. i struggle pointing out simple obvious fallacies at this point. i don't really feel like searching out the satisfaction and contentment a perfectly just and logical world would provide. i mostly just want to be left alone to ponder my own obvious fallacies. i don't need other people's ill-conceived notions to silt up the waters, i have my own to piece together or tear apart. i will search for rationality in myself, and just expect irrationality from everywhere else. i will search for irrationality in myself to better know what to expect. that may be the way to go, acknowledge it while accepting it as inevitable.
but i am bored. i think if there was some sort of anarchy or upheaval, i would probably follow along just to see what all the fuss is about. the anonymous soldier who arrived from no where, and goes unremembered when he disappears. did you know that 420 ml is 14.20 oz? why do we know that? why do we carry around this extra chair that no one uses? oh well, spark that thing back up.
