you make me wanna die - the shivas
This is me yawning because I have been working a lot. this happened so perfectly as I was using another app to send a photo to a friend using my phone that I decided to open a SECOND app and disperse the image into the nether of the net.
Remember when there was this vague fear of the internet, and cutting yourself off from humanity? I always think of that X-files episode: a) because duh and b) because I often think one day I actually will end up destroying myself in one way or another by running off to a far off, sparsely populated place to try and find some idealized form of happiness. I’m not sure it will be love but it probably won’t be embracing love in the form of becoming one with a system, that’s a bit too nineties anymore.
Point is I am tired and still thinking about running away to a new place, just not as often, but applications are still being accepted in office 203 down the hall if you’re interested.
THIS MOVIE GUYS.
IT HAS ALL OF MY FEELINGS ABOUT LIFE RIGHT NOW.
True hermits, according to Chris, do not write books, do not have friends, and do not answer questions. I asked why he didn’t at least keep a journal in the woods. Chris scoffed. “I expected to die out there. Who would read my journal? You? I’d rather take it to my grave.” The only reason he was talking to me now, he said, is because he was locked in jail and needed practice interacting with others.
"But you must have thought about things," I said. "About your life, about the human condition."
Chris became surprisingly introspective. “I did examine myself,” he said. “Solitude did increase my perception. But here’s the tricky thing—when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. With no audience, no one to perform for, I was just there. There was no need to define myself; I became irrelevant. The moon was the minute hand, the seasons the hour hand. I didn’t even have a name. I never felt lonely. To put it romantically: I was completely free.”
Andrea Mantegna - Minerva Expelling the Vices from the Garden of Virtue, detail. 1502
1970s Robert Crumb greeting cards.