Februari 01, 2011

Some creatures can't see this.

The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That's the only lasting thing you can create.

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves. That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life, at least you can control your version. Take this as example, "Ok. You fuck me, then snub me. You love me, you hate me. You show me a sensitive side, then you turn into a total asshole." Is this a pretty accurate description of relationship? What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognised yet. We'll be remembered more for what we destroy than what we create. I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure. A sphinx.

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