Reality? I don’t know what that is. I know only my reality. It’s based on pleasure. My pleasure. I see only that which has some kind of benefit. To me. I guess you could say it’s an illusion. So personal. But it’s all I know. True reality? Outside of Me? I wish. I’d truly like to see it.
This may sound crazy, but this world is truly beautiful. I mean its purpose. Which is obviously its r e v e r s a l. Truth is, I cannot imagine a lower, more corrupt place than this. It spells D i s c o n n e c t i o n. Its name should be “Antigone”. Its beauty? Its purpose being its own opposite. Human hatred reversed. So far so bad. Good.
Improvement rather than sustainability. Definitely. We’ve definitely been regressing for quite a while now. Sustain what? Stuff needs to change. Internally, not externally. I mean people, humanity. In short, we. Me, to start with. From inside out, and not the other way.
Scratching at the surface, trying to patch things up with cute little heart shaped patches, smiles, oh, well, everything will be fine, but deep down you know it’s a charade — we’re long past due, forget about the smiles for a second, rip the damn “heart” out, give way to depth, darkness, let stuff grow.