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What are we left with, in the absence of truth?
We can hope. We can shape a perfect, shiny little future in our heads. Or we can choose to escape. You know, trying to find yourself through something else, be it music or words or weeds or whatever.
What do you usually do when you’re lost? I mean, like those Blair Witch dudes, say, lost in a forest with no map or compass or any orientation devices whatsoever. Sometimes I feel I threw my own map away. I’d throw my forest away just as well, if I only knew how. Sometimes I’d even throw myself away.

It’s a story of pain. Pain has a way of making itself heard. You can’t ignore it. At best, you are very much aware of its presence. At worst, you die.
Right now I’m somewhere in the middle of those two extremes. I’m curious to see to which one I lean towards

Do you ever get that feeling that you’re sinking?
I do.

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