a burn after reading

The pure desire to be a someone is the driving force of which spurs all creativity, but i can utterly and completely promise you, there is no one out there, not away from mind, not away from things, not away from time or space, with certainty and in all cases of the specifics, a rabbit hole of complexity.

Some pity those that forget, because memory is fleeting, knowledge is fleeting. It was never out there at any point. This narrative with the infinity of finite diversity on repeat.

-adichotomy

Reality isn’t hiding anything from its duality, being eternal wipes out the need for meaning. This body begins and ends, everything in between is meaning. No one is safe from this, eternal now, forever outside of reach.

Life is a death sentence. This is word salad, lightly tossed for your amusement.