2003-05-05 - 9:51 a.m.
The bum rush of complete eternal tedium comes later -- for now, we can relish in sinking within ourselves, choking down subconscious ramblings, and through this, becoming more real, if only to ourselves. We can only hope for the rest of the world to see us as we see ourselves: unconquered souls with nothing concrete holding them down, unnailed from their foundations and completely lucid through the aid of very pleasant and timeless dillusions. Oh, to dissociate oneself from time, to unattatch oneself from space! To completely make sense, the subconscious exposed like peeled grapes, leaving one breathless and wavering, spinning upside down and confused like the man trying to compose a research paper while underwater.