Often, I have this dream where I lie immobile and bare looking to the sky in a field of tall grass. I can neither speak nor blink nor cry, and were it to stop there I would not need to. However as I lie there, seething with quiet dread, hungering owls fly from an unseen wood and surround me and my silence. They will tear through my flesh only to reach the insects desperately swarming in my innard... » Continue Reading
How am I or anyone else for that matter ever meant to find any sense of stability in a world so cosmically dead set on ripping itself to shreds to the point that I often find the "happiest" people I know can only find solace in nihilism because to them getting to free themselves from expectation and obligation is apparently the only way to cope with an existence that beats you into the fucking gro... » Continue Reading