rant
I swear, life is so messed up. You enter the world, screaming, bleeding, pleading with desperate insistence—it’s hilarious how we interpret this release as “deliverance.” We seek shelter in dark places, because it reminds us of home—a mother’s arms, a lover’s arms, a hotel bar, sleeping alone. You, me, us three—we were all born sinners. By the time we got here, I guess that we weren’t beginners—-we swallow lies like taxes swallow integers. I mean, it’s funny how you won’t even remember the words. You spend your whole life forming them, years learning them, and hours agonizing, agonizing, agonizing over what to say—but if you hold your breath for long enough, the ocean washes them all away. Like Maya said, all we’re left with is feeling. Like Chuck said, our survival rate always drops to zero. Like Steinbeck said, life has no prescribed meaning. Like Tyler said, we need to kill all our heroes.
