“An object seen in isolation from the whole is not the real thing…”.
–Masanobu Fukuoka

so, quitting facebook. woken, head pounding from what began as happy ever-after, the savior with nothing to save is forbidden from saving himself. the window leaks tea light. he photographs when he can’t see.
what face should we wear when we are only convincing ourselves? how do we dream if we’re intent on staying. this world must be peeled off of the eye balls, held at arms length and shaken, you see. space is either created or destroyed; it can not be found nor lost. in order to move dare to be such a stranger, that bastion to which lost thoughts adhere turning the blase strange.
you must let it seem real, how you think. the life that couldn’t be is slow coming.