According to Said I'm supposed to be dead.
According to Levi I'm supposed to put my head in the sand.
Ephemeral is the everlasting state of my being. Leftist, left handed, left eyed (maybe), Pulling short straws from straw holders in a tacky milk bar. I am like Job (only I deserve it).
I am 27, but I don't want to be part of the 27 club.
Basquiat appeared in my dream again, spraying white spray on my muse, signing "there is no street art, only degenerate expression". If my ideas will not come into fruition, I will have to move to the suburbs.
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If so, how should our perception change?
Many speak about the malaise of the modern world. Over population, global environmental change etc.
But change from what?
My grandmother lived in a time where flight was at its early years, where plumbing for private houses was a scarce commodity. At least that I am lead to believe.
This leads to an idea that simply states that one lives in a made up reality that continuously changing, according to location, time of day, age etc.
That may be equivalent of living in a dream. There is no reality outside one's dream, but in that individual dream, all the participants are manipulated to act in that dream's logic.
That why it is normal the people change faces, have no faces, but you can relate to them without fear.
Life is dream and we do not know who is dreaming us or when they will wake up and the dream we call life will be over.
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