There’s got to be more to life than the mind-crippling self-love.
You know these girls who have a million and one excuses to validate their use of cosmetics— something that really needs no justification from the start? This rationale works the same way with #cloudporn.
Do you think the sky ever feels misunderstood for the human use of technology to obscure its plain form?
Dust settles pale on a dark surface as it does dark against pale. Cue the typical narration behind photographic stills of smoky clubs and teetering souls: What the world thinks about the individual is essentially none of his business; and who the individual is, holds no business for the world aside from the crowd for which he performs. Yet, self-perceptions do not align with Reality. The individual is the Creator. What, so we live merely as a simulacrum of being? There is no universal truth as long as people stay in charge. The futility of life is mostly baffling, but boredom haunts either way. In a hundred years, dust is all we will be, and some less.
1991. My name is Shirlyn and I excel at mediocrity. This is where I collect my mediocre thoughts.
Ask me anything