Tuesday, September 25, 2012

in the middle

all the lights are out. while we know that the life we construct is partly a grand fictional race between life and death that inevitably leaves sun-stained skid marks ; yet, it is guided by real people and events that provide some sort of stability, comfort, and meaning. with that said, i just had a monumental revelation--monument in ruins is more accurate--that i must disparage, diminish, decry, and desert my illusions that are not only empty, hollow, saccharine, but pathetic. i find myself an unwanted, hypersensitive beetle mangled in a spider's web in a bottle thrown off-track in the middle of self-otherness.


  1. I know that feeling and it is so hard to shake at times. Self criticism can be so positive or so negative depending on how we handle it and what we do with it.

  2. You're right, John. Sometimes, it's so easy to fall into an illusion, that it requires a dose of reality which may come with self-introspection.