It's a funny life. We live here among each other, loving and hating each other.
I both love and loathe my fellow humans. I hate their arrogance, their subtly screaming superiority complexes over each other, their asleep at the wheel attendance in life. They're, we're, ridiculous and beautiful for it.
I hate my own arrogance writing these words.
I stand in a tall white room by myself, the corners dirty with a spore like shadow that grows ever so slowly to the bottom. I am bored with the revelations that remove me from my culture, but I am content to be here. I do like the quiet.
It's like running my hands along the tops of tall grass as I walk through a vast and empty field on hot summer day. The only sound is the light wind and the sound of leaves breaking from the heat. It's beautiful, isn't it?
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