In the world I see you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You’ll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you’ll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway.
-Tyler Durden
the void that connects us
it is what it is
a weekend in reality
before returning to the madhouse
I wish we lived in a world that self-regulated.
I wish we lived in a world that produced abundant free food by itself.
I wish we lived in a world where you can litter because everything biodegrades.
I wished we lived in a world of infinite beauty and mystery, and peace.
A world that cleans its own pollution, and where my body heals itself.
A world without factories or weapons of war.
A world without chains.
Oh wait, we do.
Fall is in the air. Isn’t it amazing how you can taste it? I wonder why that is.
I used to think spring was my favorite season, but as this fall approaches I find myself feeling, well, it’s the feeling of going home after playing outside as a kid. A warm cozy feeling of being at home. Perhaps it’s because so many of my trips were in the fall. It’s a calm, beautiful, peaceful season. I’m looking forward to this fall. I don’t really know why, but it just feels good.
I have thought a thousand times, I guess, about how I so narrowly escaped death twice that day. That’s why I believe that everything is written.
