Dust in the Eyes

Created: 06/24/2007 1:45am

The last three or four days, it seems that everything is a bit twisted. I feel as if I've been walking around in a dense fog. Nothing seems quite normal. All the people I interact with seem to be acting strange. It's as if while we were all sleeping, someone cut a section of time out, and replaced it with some inconsistent, cleverly designed event. Like a phantom brain surgeon who played Sandman for a night, and left a few neurons twisted or reversed inside everyone.

While I'm always suspect of my own change of perception first and foremost, it seems that the source may be something outside myself. It seems illogical to assume that everything else has changed rather than my own mind, however, all relativity aside, I am still left with the feeling that this is the case.

I feel as if everyone has not only forgotten which way is North, but have also forgotten that direction is even exists, wandering around lost in a case of selective amnesia with their identities completely intact.

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Sickness from the Fight

Created: 06/21/2007 1:46am

I spend most of my life in an ideological cloud, filled with news, essays, opinions, all flowing through the networks of the world. I have read of many things that cause me grief; the neglect of those in need, the general lack of compassion that we have for each other. What causes me the most inner turmoil, the most abhorrent sickness in the stomach, is watching us kill each other with relentless beatings and seething anger. From the ghettos of our own country, to the genocide in Sudan, when I see it on video, my body shivers, and sickness floods through my veins.

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