Can sense the presence of a paranoia pervading the lush
cleanliness of air purified in glass counterface… why would thee sleep longer
when thy deprivation is a stimulus, a counterfactual intoxication?
Reticence. It draws
out the gaps in time like a longsome moan.
It gives an edge to thy indifference… apathy a harsh pause in the
conversation of business… an angular light to the distance of person from
profession… a simple directionality that would bury most in the lull of sleep
and only carries thee further into the still harbor of a practiced solitude…
speech a gentle rivalry.
What is the ambiance of liquidity? As distinct from materialism wherein the currents see communal
value and contort themselves unimaginably… a psychosis of common sense and
great expectation…
Rather than the sound, rational, and thus flawed,
investments of tangible materialists… liquidity is an intangible essence… an
abstraction of value not quite unlike a philosophical deconstruction… and as
the world sinks deeper into this communal imagination, the individual loses
presence… becomes increasingly unable to distinguish its own boundaries… an
immense grip of entropy a vacuum to the chaos out of self… an ecstasy.
Though, ironically enough… it is the self which completely
eradicates its boundaries in allowance of this phenomena feeling quite akin to
death… which then retains mastery… as otherwise a statue stands absent of soul
and grasps only passively… something quite akin to dying nevertheless…
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
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