What are we doing?
I live my life like I live my dreams, under the veil of control and the illusion of reality. Individual destiny is as relative in usefulness as a single snowflake in an avalanche of indifference. Easy to live and easier to forget, I trudge on through a landscape that changes only at the will of a soul fed by malcontent, stuck in a world that means everything while containing everything but meaning.
It’s here that we settle for vices of our own creation to satisfy the curiosity that both propels and drowns us; it’s here that I lie awake at nights dreaming of the day that I will finally awake.
