I have lived 17 lives, each I folded back into place when I was done, into the garment of the world. They were the lives of insects, of frogs that were never kissed, of guppies thrown about in the waters and caught to be spectacles in glass walled prisons; they were not the lives of men. All those lives and I never lived. What is one to do? I can curl up in the corner that is my home and let the breezes pass over me, to watch out the open window at the goings on of the outside. I suppose I can do that. Or this life 18 I can break the infinite pattern of weariness, I can do something different today, that I have not done before, however small. And tomorrow I can do something different, too. I am not a vegetable, after all. I think I will not let this life pass by, not this time, not this turn, without that I have tasted something worth tasting. Even if this is the last moment of my life, of the entire world, it is not too late — if only I decide yes, I live.
Avi
2:46am wednesday, 19th october
You fail at life. You have not met Satan, demons, god, or what the fuck ever. You might as well give this shit up.
Avi
Stand
Reflection