thoughts of april
16 or 21. what’s the difference right? wrong. miles ahead, light years beyond. pack it all up, head south. drive until you see all the pretty lights. those buildings, all that concrete. what does it mean? it’s heavy, it’s cold, it sparkles, it’s hot. but what does it mean? open your eyes. let it all go and open your eyes. and there it stands, tall and majestic. it stands before me, it doesn’t change. it doesn’t cry or laugh or wither away. it just keeps getting taller, stronger, bigger, louder. and all the people? they dance and run and jump and play. they weave through streets and speed through tunnels. they play doctor and trader and waitress and lawyer. they play starving and broke and hungry and cold. robots and puppets. look forward, walk faster, keep your head up, don’t look down. i close my eyes. well where does this leave me? i may be a puzzle piece, just another part of the machine. but i promise to smile. i promise i’ll always look you in the eye. i promise to wave and see and think and feel. new york, i love you, but you’re bringin me down.
My god baby, max fromm
That guy Sophocles
“Whoever thinks that he alone possesses intelligence, the gift of eloquence, he and no one else, and character too…such men, I tell you, spread them open-you will find them empty.”
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