Preface Not Needed, It could have been included. I chose not to.
Written out of spite.
This very well could of been my first story that doesn’t have a picture to describe what this tale will portray, it does. Or possibly could be my last piece that I compose, probably not true but who knows. As certain things manifest in this life, the good and the evil we know that we have time to take reflection and look back at it. Soleil brûle, is french for “The Sun is Burning” and by saying at the core of all things, I really mean all things. From time to time we all get captured in the moment or outside the moment. It happens. Our intuition on the primitive ways of living goes by the way side. I’ve been thinking to myself, why haven’t I written much in the past few weeks. I felt like the time wasn’t suitable for me to express what I was doing or pondering about, for personal reasons of course. I mean I could of forged some poorly written passages but I hesitated.
I can’t really toss it into perspective on what has actually been transpiring. This isn’t about the news, this isn’t about what is happening in the streets. This most certainty isn’t a political rant. It’s just a series of logic and reflection. Like most if not all my writings. What is occurring in the real world is out of my reach, and clearly out of my control. We have the proper ethic and upper class to figure out what is truly wrong with it all.
Sometimes I just don’t really understand it, the seasons, this course that we are on waiting for something. Where are we truly going? Close to the sun. I feel like humanity is on fire and will soon be ash. What is “being human” all about, it seems like a smoothly paved road that is groomed for proper existence. It’s not. It’s a disease that might never be cured. We are a new wave of problem, the phones, the self driving cars, it’s a dark omen to our existence. I took a break from writing for about three weeks to come up with some new state of the art thought or bluster that makes sense. Clearly this rant is based off most of my past stories trying to search for answers on the middle pages of a People Magazine. You won’t find it. I haven’t.
The pages to life aren’t blank, it’s just a mirror reflecting yourself. It’s cold blooded divinity. What you discover is what you bring. There is no secret ingredient to not being miserable all the time, trust me. It’s not money, it’s not God/faith, woman or anything in between. Trust me. It’s an algorithmic understanding that each person has to figure out. It’s a coded compound for gain and evolvement.
It very well could be a perception problem on why us as people struggle to find ways to understand the entire sect of society and the realities that come with it. Advertising is a scheme that we think makes us feel better. It is a convincing way to tell yourself you might be broken, so now you can fix yourself by wasting money. It might not just be about buying stuff with money either, it could time with someone that you know is just a void filler.
We are void fillers for the greater part. I keep repeating myself on the four topics I talk about.
Ego, Society, Philosophy and thousands of superficial things.
There was a brief period in my life where nothing really agitated me. Now I find myself lighting cigarettes and reading books that are missing pages. I am unsure what stage of life i’m in. Beyond the fact that I’ve still been on this high-minded understanding of it all.
It is a replaying record. It has to be. I rifle through everything to try to find something.
Gil-Scott Heron once said:
“Us living as we do upside-down
And the new word to have is revolution
People don’t even want to hear the preacher spill or spiel
Because God’s whole card has been thoroughly piqued”
What does this in imply on the conversation of all things? Upside-down. People don’t want to hear the rants and the dialogue.
I’m not really sure what essence and perseverance contribute to this whole enterprise of durability. What makes us imperishable?
Something is burning inside all of us. We are the ones who ignite it.
We are the ones who rely on the screen. TV. News. The square boxes of Instagram. It is a undoing, It is pure demise. We won’t be able to escape the alter ego’s of social media.
All things are dying out. This journey for myself resets. Ego. Superciliousness around every corner.
I believe that I will search and try to figure out why I am indifferent, or why I can’t seem to stop the interrogation of trying to solve each matter of contention.
All my stories are monologues for the partial interested intellect.
This world is a Devil In A New Dress. I love it though, I love it though, ya know?
