"this is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time."
"only after disaster can we be resurected"
I feel as if i am going through the same cycle as my cellular structure. my body and soul are going through a constant phoenix-like cycle.
"i say let me never be complete"
"i say never let me be content"
"i say you have to give up"
i feel like i am giving up. i've stopped caring. or rather, i've stopped showing that i care. no one cares if i care or not. why let them know i do. it doesn't matter. no one understands anyway. all of this stuff goes through my head day after day. stupid pointless things, pithy little things that sound so brilliant to me. but when i share them with those who are supposed to be close to me, they look at me as if i'm mad. is this how sophocles felt before the following? plato? nietzsche? i'm sure this is how nietzsche felt before the fall...utterly alone in his understanding of the world, with no one but himself to mutter to. cobain went out the same way. he sang/wrote of the stupidity of whiny gen-x'ers and about how they don't take a stand for what they are against/for. and they worshipped him. his message was never understood by them. they looked to him as a martyr when all he really wanted was someone who understood. one of the last great artists of our time. i'm sure trent felt this way at one time. i'm sure he's too busy now, what, with owning a record company and all. i still respect him. i just couldn't handle it all myself. too much of a reclusive artist. i enjoy hating solidarity. i hate being alone, and yet when i'm not, i just wish i was. it's all cyclical. back into the compost heap we go, 50-90 years wasted that we could have been used as nutrients for the soil...