Tuesday, August 27, 2013

08.27.13 | [Untitled]

Dull orange intoxicates the night,
Casting ghosts on walls
And in pavement cracks.
We too were once ghosts,
Whispering on purple rooftops,
Bathing in moonshine.
By daybreak we donned our skins
And slept.
But one night we lost time—
Dawn cracked without a sign,
And morning swept us away.
When I looked again,
You’d vanished.
I now haunt empty streets
Searching for your solitude.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

04.17.13 | 31.71.40

Some people say mirrors don’t lie,
But the truth is,
If you lie to the mirror, the mirror lies to you.

Monday, February 11, 2013

02.12.13 | Nihil

Essentially nothing exists except fermions floating about in a vast expanse of nothingness. Yet the fermions are able to interact in such complex ways that not just “sustain life” but also allow us to think and feel emotions. Am I controlling these fermions or am I simply responding to their unfathomable demands? Is there a point to the complexity of these structures and systems they have formed? If I die, I will merely be recycled, and the world will go on. Everyone dies. That’s how these fermions work. They’re fickle, but they’ll always be here. The true individual is not the human but the subatomic particle. We are simply formulaic aggregates.