The Post-Human Age
when i spend so much time talking about how beautiful the world is, its not because im ignoring how overwhelmingly full it is with disgusting and shameful and meaningless things.
it's not because i live my life happy. It's not because I find ways to manage my pain. I'm seeing this beauty on purpouse.
every sight like staring into the sun
every sound like nails on a chalkboard
every feeling a grating and formless static
this searing pain is distorting everything and clouding my thoughts