I’M TRYING TO SHAKE THE BIG THOUGHTS NOW
The big themes. Love and art and time and death. They’ve been haunting me lately. Vast visions of the collective and individual journey from the unknown into the inevitable darkness. The savage tribal truths of life boiling beneath the thin crust of society. The beautiful, doomed cry of culture as a protest against the inevitable end. The ineffable mysteries. The ribbon in the sky! The ribbon in the sky! Lately I can’t look at anything without imagining the infinite invisible layers of psychology and history and biology and quantum physics and mythology that lie beneath the surface. Rage and love and light and loss and music and laughter and violence. Ozymandias. The multiplex connections. The primordial soup. It’s all real, and it’s almost unbearable. I can see beneath the floorboards, but I’m trying to shake the big thoughts now. Is it age? Anger? The weed? I smoked some weed. Maybe that’s it. I yearn to return to my normally superficial state. Sheesh.
