some rides don’t have much of a finish…
i sit here, waiting for class to start, and I listen to my peers converse amungst themselves, and its shocking.
how can an entire generation of people be so outwardly ignorant and self-absorbed in their own ignorance?
when did “good enough” become the status quo?
when did it become acceptable for people to live their entire life in a dream-world?
my peers… they scare me
“…how did we get here? how the hell? …how could a night so frozen be so scalding hot? how can a morning this mild be so raw? why are entire years strewn on the cutting room floor of memory? when single frames of one magic night forever flicker in close-up on the 3-D imax of my mind? …”
its interesting how you can apply almost anything that bears witness to powerfull emotion, to almost any aspect of your life.
I forget what I wanted to write…
