You have not known what you are.
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.

The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...

-Walt Whitman


they're killing us

…that one time when you saw a film that made you so angry, more so at yourself for feeling so inadequate because you can’t do anything about it, that there is an illusion that it’s already a thing of the past, irrelevant, when in fact it is not. As if freedom is only a trick of light - to be free, but in truth you’re paralyzed.

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