I feel like giving up. On what? I don’t know. Giving up on whatever it is I’m trying to do here. Just let it go and sink into the distance…darkness…whatever that place is that no one comes back from. I’m already halfway there. I have been most of my life…wobbling between stability and destruction.
"hey bro why you got so many pens at your house?"
“steal em from work”
“why do you steal pens from your work”
“fuckin hate capitalism bro”
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
Life is just a game.
How can we describe ourselves as free?