'Cold and lonely without the Fortians' - that's exactly how I was feeling as I sat on the law lawns and cried while reading the yearbook
While Carlo, another man i greatly respect for his wit and academia wrote
That yearbook was the funniest and saddest thing I have read. I really miss all of you...
I just laughed for a solid 15 minutes. I guess i just can't comprehend the amount of banality that i'm seeing. But i guess its just cause i lack empathy.
Decided to rematch Fight Club today. It really did shape most of my current philosophy and mental outlook on life.
This is your life
good to the last drop,
doesn't get any better than this
this is your life, and it's ending
one minute at a time
this isn't a seminar
and this isn't a weekend retreat
where you are now
you can't even imagine
what the bottom will be like
only after disaster
can we be resurrected
it's only after you've lost
everything that you're
free to do anything
nothing is static,
everything is appalling (evolving),
everything is
falling apart
you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
you are the same decaying
organic matter as everything else
we are all a part of the same compost heap
we are the all-singing,
all-dancing crap of the world
you are not your bank account,
you are not the clothes you wear
you are not the contents of your wallet
you are not your bowel cancer
you are not your grande latte
you are not the car you drive
you are not your fucking khakis
you have to give up
you have to realise that someday you will die,
until you know that you are useless
i say let me never be complete
i say may i never be content
i say deliver me from swedish furniture
i say deliver me from clever art
i say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
i say you have to give up
i say evolve, and let the chips
fall where they may
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