Suddenly, everything I heard was boring yet boring while the world lost interest so I turned off the lights sinking in the farthest corner of the closet imagining myself rising into the sky seeing my roof my city my continent realizing I'm just God's passenger on a spinning orb according to the obnoid universe as I discover Solomon is right that everything is meaningless meaningless and what becomes me I know not because I let not shine in dark rot unseen yet never escaping the heartbeat within
During the day you see lofty apartments and think, "What if?" But they are pawns to be sacrificed in the game.
In some ways, we're better off. Sure lowlife cops may roust us, calling us "rebel scum" but it's the 401k crowd who's in the line of fire.
The rich imprison themselves in compounds which no person free of fear would do.
No place is safe. The world is where good things come to die.
Doing some sunlight reading in my car when I see two middle-aged dudes playing pickleball. The older one has his shirt off, dad bod in glorious display.
But he's playing with a rubber mallet!
Other guy has a proper paddle but mallet guy is struggling mightily. All sorts of things go through my mind.
Is there a paddle shortage? Is he trying to prove something? Is the guy just nuts?
No one goes over to ask him about it. Add another mystery to the pile.🤨
