“to be.. vomited into a meaningful existence again”

The voices envelop me, warmly, taking me away from myself to put me in myself. They give me spatial understanding. From here I can think and I can fly, and meanwhile, the world won’t go away.

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Whispering in my chest, making my limbs weary and my spirit half-assed.

Ripping the fibers apart and scraping the guts from the thin veneer that proves our socially recognized existence... We're constantly compromising, killing our impulses, restraining our wanderlust. We're waiting for approval, waiting for that aha moment, waiting, anxiously. We want to know but don't want to deal with it. Meanwhile, we're dipping in and out …

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“It’s slightly painful, the unsaid nature of these ideas.”

When ideas come at 90 miles per hour, it's hard to capture them in a shareable way. They used to come at a reasonable speed, one in which 50 page papers ripe with rabbit holes and the juicy tension between a form of Socratic method and devil's advocate could form without much effort. But now …

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