HAILING SHIPS FROM AFAR

Moving reminds me that we all die alone. When you gather your belongings around you, initiating the displacement, when you perceive the emptiness of space left behind, when you get the bird's eye view, there's just... that immeasurable smallness of substance. What you've just packed is meaningless, they do not carry anything, they just work to support the facade of public and personal character which isn't in any way intrinsically self-defining. In an empty room and I am no more or less than in a full room. People or things. What can I see my reflection in? Boba, Darth, Stan, Roberta, Vishnu... all a harmless but appetite-less reflective bond of abstract ideas of quality. Does that reflection have any relevance or truth stowed away in it? It's annoying like walking up to friends, hearing their conversation and asking "what's a squirfil?" and them saying "If you don't know you wouldn't understand." Irrelevance to not know the answer


A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion. A woman crossing the road means you're on the leaving side. A man crossing the road means nothing.


Comedy is, black or not, exempt. When it is comedy, and people know it's comedy, there are no excuses needed nor explanations necessary. It can be scary, but it's a dare to laugh. You can reflect later. Some truth is hidden in comedy as there is in some art or creativity in general. The same people that say "don't judge a book by it's cover" will turn around and call you a racist for telling a white/black/Mexican/Polish/rabbi/little person/blah blah blah joke. Or a sexist for saying women are crazy. As if that's news. Lighten up. If you know me judge me by what you know, not by what I say, especially on Facebook, blogs, public spheres, impersonal trojans of media... or at the very least consider that I mean it but that it can be taken different ways, and may simply be contrasting or complimenting something else entirely. I understand generalizations and their relevance, therefore I use them often and pointedly.


Women who are passive aggressive should be poached, taxidermied, and sold. This is because they are often both beautiful and useless.


I just realised over the last year that I do not know what to do with my life. This makes me a very undesirable bachelor, but a very desirable bachelor-friend. I have varied interests, but if I have any legacy other than "that guy" I should probably figure something out now. There are motivated 20-somethings out there people, watch your backs. They're just as clever as you thought you were, and that scares you.


Oh, but why does moving remind me that we die alone... because we do. Mark Twain, Mozart, Moses, Michael Jackson, Marilyn Monroe, Mariah Carey, Mussolini, Mickey Mouse... will or have all died alone.  It's okay, too. When you die, you'll be the only one dying. The only one leaving Earth. The only one realising that a lot of this shit didn't matter. And a lot of stuff you didn't think mattered did. Watches. Watches don't matter at all. I hate watches. I hate wearing them, I hate it when I see other people's. Especially now when you ask the time and they still check their phone. If the devil was an object he would be a watch. And women that ask why God is a he not a she should be just as defensive about the Devil, our closer relative. We are islands and we die alone. Sometimes our islands are closer to other islands, though.


Besides, who would you be dying with? A warm fuzzy feeling?

Written by RALEIGHXXX at 10:06:00 PM

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