The sparks that fly when the futility of existence is responded in kind by human defiance.
Believe for a moment that everyone is in fact trying their best. Suddenly the world feels like a better place. Believe again for a moment that everyone is in fact trying their best. How depressing.
Today, gratitude has been distorted into a form of mass first-world delusion to allow people to get away with frivolity and luxury: a healthy and morally digestible version of guilt and selfishness. The truth is that it would be impossible to deal with the harrowing amount of self-loathing and guilt brought upon by wanton self-reflection for anyone like myself fortunate enough to have been placed,...
Marker in the sand
Even the most defiant marker in the sand is only moments from being smeared away by the passing winds of time.
let the free rein free
There are those who are born to love the world more than they could ever love another and pitiable they are, for they themselves know of this all too well. Only because they are so beautiful are they able to carry this tragedy of involuntary selfishness within themselves.
A blue pigeon it is, that circles the blue sky, On sidelong wing, around and...– Le Monocle de Mon Oncle - Wallace Stevens
So Orpheus then received his wife; and Pluto told him he might now ascend from...– Ovid; “Orpheus and Eurydice”
I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference.– “The Road Not Taken” - Robert Frost
If you don’t want your dream to end, then wake up so that you may live it.
The truth pertained to the path you walk is measured by the steepness of the slopes on either side.
Could never be caught off guard.
Love works as an engine, not a refuge. Its mindless drive can be empowering but leaves the landscape scarred.
Do Not Disturb
Let them enjoy the allure of folly and cuddle to the coma of their delusions; what they crave is what they deserve.
With wisdom comes age.
It’s always the best, the most, the worst, the least you can do.
One man race
Thinking you are behind is getting ahead of yourself.
Learn from everyone so that you don’t lean on anyone.
Winter’s impending tides of darkness are a certain blessing as those around you are driven back to the comfort of their hides. As ever the world’s perennial tundra is for you to fill with the defiance of your breath. Stand anew on the fallen leaves and breathe deep the brisk air of transition.
The truth is red
Learn to embrace the bitter taste of your lips bloodied red by the starkness of truth. Wisdom is not spat out, it torrents from the wounds of the tongue, withered and tested.
Do not pick your battles, those for which you are best equipped. Face what is immediate, breach the gates of cold confrontation. Similarly do not abuse penitence as a way of solution. To repent is not to seek answers but to succumb to the lack of them.
What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like...– -Werner Herzog
Tell me what you pay attention to and I will tell you who you are.– -José Ortega y Gasset
This place serves a ballroom where cigarettes waltz with lips. Each pair hides a tongue of their own yet the smoke they omit remains the same black shroud.
Every dawn the sun floats above the horizon and its light puts into being what must be fought and what must be preserved. The spoils we claim from the day we drag back into the obsessive custody of our dreams.