i don't know if this will make any sense, but sometimes i'll be thinking about something, and i swear, i forget where the hell i am. and then when i re-find myself somewhere, i don't even believe it.
there's a landscape of living. like, a mental orientation. we build stuff all along the horizon line, cities, or, i don't know, what have you. whatever you want, son. there's a way in which we understand things, and then there are people around us, also building their own city, and we let their place sprawl into ours because, well, maybe we're using the same materials, but there are other reasons too. then, you make yourself to be a giant robot, when there's just this fleshy little guy at the middle of the whole thing. but sooner or later you're just gonna get lost.
i don't really believe in this 'landscape of living.' there's just something not right about it. i might spend my whole life making things and tearing them down. cuz i think at the end of it, there's nothing that i really want. and that's the truth.
