I have never tripped on psychedelics. Never.
If I did, well, the trip continues.
A few days back, I took a photo of a lake on a downward-looking angle. When it came out, the lake was the color of the sky and the picture appeared to be directed at an upward-looking angle.
Happens, right?
Like many people who’ve lamented having traded in childhood to make wealthy psychopaths richer, I’ve seen and experienced different ways of engaging perception. I’ve taken Timothy Leary paths, Aldous Huxley paths, Mike Tyson paths. Hell, I am not exaggerating when I say I’ve empathized with quarries and have drunk sunshine-flavored ink.
Reality is what you make it, right?
Of all the struggles I’ve experienced, the most enduringly difficult has been trying to fit in. The truth is, I don’t. I don’t understand people, their problems, and what appears to be their willful denial of our razor-blade-balancing mortality.
But we’ve always been dead, someone says. But… is that someone alive?
I’ve felt dead for a while. When I say that, don’t take it negatively. I’m assuming it’s a gift to feel dead when alive because you’re getting two-for-one: life and death simultaneously.
Maybe I shouldn’t count my blessings. Perhaps everyone feels this way, but they’re more interesting than me and are currently sharing how interesting they are with other pronouncedly interesting people.
Man, the epiphanies are coming thick and fast. Hold on; I’m getting another Erdinger.
My parents always told me to close my bedroom curtains when I was naked. I can see their point, but… it’s my room! Shouldn’t I be able to do what I want in the ONE space that’s mine in the world?
But that room – like many people – is square. And considering the dimensions of a square, you’re going to get a pretty dull game of Pong happening, which might make a more ambitious player want to switch the game off and go out and sing and dance in the rain.
Silhouettes of night birds. Stars of the Lid. Every possibility that isn’t possible, the weight of life’s silliness weighs upon your uncaring breath. Man, can life be any more beautiful?