Do you really forget?
Alot of us like to think we are bigger than what we are. Online, in front of family and friends. Online….fuck…..online it’s just one big peepshow. Its all how cool, how edgy, how beautiful we are. Follow me. Friend me. Love me.
Until that moment you’re alone. Maybe not permanently. In travel….during the day. At night in your dreams. We can run from a lot of things. You can’t escape the confines of your head.
So maybe you learn to love that space. Fuck it and fuck everyone. And then…..and then you’re that crazy cat lady or that guy lives by the river and talks to himself between his appeals for spare change. Disconnected. Broken.
Look closely at both types and beyond bravado and hubris and anger….you will see….sadness. And fear. Scared of being alone or maybe loving it a bit too much. Scared of failure and living up to images we think we have chosen even though they have been chosen for us. Loud….clangy. Bullshit. You know it.
We all play those roles and dance that dance. Larger than life but vulnerable to a whisper.
So you move forward. Not because you have to or want to or need to but simply because that’s the path of entropy.
Forward.
Embracing solitude. Feeding the ego.
Waiting to see what comes next.




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