Let me backtrack a moment though to tell you that before I was on my way to death, I was part of an enormous and unimaginable void. In the suburbs, I was nothing in a vast expanse of more nothing, and at some point I went somewhere else and did nothing. My parents lived fruitful lives of love and failure, and as a result I was introduced to touch, sight and other senses.
In short, I’m no stranger to anything in particular.
However, after encountering something (or really anything) recently, I realized that I don’t really “get” anything and/or everything ever. Or rather, I kind of “get” anything in as much as everything at all in isolation can be “gotten,” but I don’t “get” anything as it is meted out to me in discrete experiences, one moment after another.
whatever whatever i blogged another piece of it cuz i like it, come fight me, i like to fight (physically, intellectual sparring just leaves me sad)