sometimes we are entering at the end
gnomes in a world of giants; courageous, hard working but gnomes nevertheless
bleeding, hungry, eaten away, diseased.
myths that do not make the headlines for the myths are of defeat.
even the failures make it; as the what not to do columns.
how knowing something can make u detached to it
sometimes not knowing the mechanism is better.
the mystique is the attraction; the summation of little things the whole.
why to write something that elicits a reaction?
why to write anything at all?
emotions are a hormonal disbalance that are secreted to satisfy our primal instincts
it is a survival mechanism for a species that does not require it anymore
for a species hell bent on weakening and destroying itself
one dopamine hit at a time:
money, status, power, fame.
rewind and take it back to simpler times.
the answer is the question; question has no answer.
the answer is lost in the very essence of its being.
life is a cause worth living.