How funny is it that the only place where you don’t want to spend too much time is the only place where you have all the time in the world.
Everything is white noise-inside and outside your head.
They keep you from silence.
They keep you from the truth.
The noises seem to whisper secrets-only unintelligible to you. Maybe they aren’t secrets that are meant for you.
Maybe the secrets are so mundane that their unimpressiveness will blow your mind.
I’m drinking Sencha Green Tea.
It has rose petals.
It tastes like drinking rose scented soap water.
New Lux! With Real Rose Petals!
At least it is supposed to be healthy.
The corporation which has produced this tea has packaged it in little prismatic plastic seive bags.
I guess I’m also getting a healthy dose of BPA and other wholesome chemicals leeching off the plastic tea bag that has been dipped in hot water. They don’t want you to be too healthy now do they?
“Excuse me Inspector Irony…does this qualify? Really? Thanks for the heads up!”
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As I grown older, I ‘ve begun to look at the mirror as a source of amusement.
A younger me thought of it as an instrument of truth,
but all it ever was ,
was an instrument of reflection,
and my younger self failed to make the distinction.
I will not use the tired expression “Mirror of the soul” or its infinite derivatives, because it was never about the mirror,
but only about the one being reflected.
How funny is it that the only place where you don’t want to spend too much time is the only place you have all the time in the world.
Spending too much time in a place…does it equal living.
In a manner it does,
But I realise that I’ve never lived anywhere else but in my head, and just the fact that we are living
is arbitrarily and eventually killing us all.
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Mon, 16 Dec 2013 14:23 UTC