The world’s, like a total institution. There’s got to be somewhere else. Somewhere we can flee to. We need to get out.
But go where? With what means? How?
Travel. There are other cultures. Other countries.
They’re all the same. Its all becoming the same. It's the same logic. Invading everywhere. And we’d just carry it with us, that logic. Because we’ve internalised it. Because we’re following it ourselves. There’s no way out.
Come on, we’re doing alright, aren’t we? We’re not sentenced to cross amputation in some Saudi jail? We’re not be held for ransom by some crack high child soldiers. We need some perspective.
I’m sick of perspective. I’m sick of being reasonable. The only solution is to throw ourselves out of the window. Right now. All at once. No more compromise. No more of this.
The demands made upon us. That we reshape our souls. That we be trained. That we get used to this. That we put the collar on. This is their world. Their rules. This is their system. It’s entirely against us … our kind. We need to become philosophical pirates. Outlaws. Robin Hoods.
How the fuck do we do that?
We’re so easily discouraged. But that’s part of it, our discouragement. It’s part of the problem.
We want the universe to act for us. Apocalyptically. In a great pre-emptive strike. In a cosmic disaster, that began long ago, spreading through everything. That’s destroying the universe atom by atom. Wouldn’t that be beautiful?
This is actually a mental illness.
I hope it is. I hope everyone’s going mad from this. Everyone in the universe!
Work in Progress 