"This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around."
- Natura Principia
find strange answers to my peculiar questions, some of the results of my
confusion leave me even more confused… picturesque demonstrations of the drive
in my fatigue, and that excites me in a stranger way. Though, I’m still upset
about the knot in the tie.
thing is, I have a choice to make. I need to choose from untamed extremes,
fortunate only in their restlessness and bad behavior; how appropriate for me. Yet,
from some even strangest place in me, possibly some deep limbo, I’m reluctant. In
such a condition which I can only describe as a form of diminishment, I feel
simply rebellious in my occult nature. There is smog in my bloodstream… my
comfort allows me not to strive toward choice, I can afford to avoid decision
making. Costly as it is…