People think being alone is a lie. They don't believe in this kind of freedom but are used to the loss and gain of exchange. We all quietly want to fall involuntarily into a solititude that can't be disturbed by others but it doesn't happen, we're much too absorbed and attracted to the world that is not ours. We want to be frowned and smiled upon, silly danced with, the other half of a large portioned meal, and warmed by the presence of someone else's body. All those little things that zig zag back and forth between you are like flashing endorsements all carrying the same logo - 'you matter'. They think it's ludicrous yet incredible. Of what kind of esteem do we owe the man who is alone? The title of being insane or absurd. Are either bad? No, not at all. There's no healthy way to be so just carry on. So why not nights of ears filled with Tin Sparrow, browsing vintage luggage and sucking on chocolate dipped almonds? Shrug off sacks of worried eyebrows and get packing. The incessant need everyone has to chase each other like tails of their own, is becoming a little irrelevant. Too much maintenance and not enough to pay off the investments of myself isn't the best advert they could offer, yet I bought that shit anyway. Not so clever. I want out, you schmucks.
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