Escape: A Stream of Consciousness.
I’ve always felt like I need to escape from something. As if my mind needed to be freed on a level to which it has not yet been freed. I think it’s this digital mindset. Everything inside this little white machine. It all exists in there. All my creativity. All those songs. All those poems. The whole fucking internet. It’s so vast and limitless. And yet I feel trapped by it. I suppose it must be human nature to feel trapped where there is no limits. Life is even more limitless than the internet and yet everyone’s individual distinct lives follow the same old pattern. It doesn’t have to though. If people could give themselves permission to live dangerously and get what they really deeply truly desire from life there would truly be no limits. If you want to be an astronaut then get smart and fit and be an astronaut. Either that or put an ice cream container on your head and make a universe to be in. We live in a vast and potentially infinite universe and yet we trap ourselves in a small corner of it. And in that corner we trap ourselves in another corner of another man-mad universe. The internet. So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I need a new way of thinking. I need to get my head out of the computer and out into the real world. A world of CD players and tape recorders and pens and paper and typewriters and filing cabinets and people who you have to travel to see and telephones and board games and guitars and voices without auto-tune and everything wonderful upon which the contents of the internet were based.
tl;dr. Fuck this, I’m going back to pen and paper.
(not really)
