We’ve had Enough. We’ve exhausted the world – this world. And we need to destroy it – in us. To sacrifice the world in us. To loosen its hold.

 

Desperation, right. Desire, right. A cry Upwards. For what? Salvation? Rescue? For something else. For anything else.

 

We don’t want meaning – their meaning. We don’t want truth – their truth. We don’t want the Same. We don’t want the circling. We don’t want the same old Orbit.