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Watchin some cops eat subs at uncle sam's thinkin bein a cop might be the saddest job ever but then thinkin so is every job.

Poetic Examinations Regarding the Metaphysics of Guidelines in Critical Theory, pt. 2

Poetic Examinations Regarding the Metaphysics of Guidelines in Critical Theory, pt. 2

“The band keeps almost starting.”

I'm sitting in a bar about to watch a band, and there are things people say.

It's really just the band sound-checking, but everyone is cued to beginnings.

When we are offered something to pay attention to, it is difficult to ignore.

I can stare at an empty wall for hours and hours in silence, it does me no good.

How do you feel when you are confronted with emptiness?

How much of your life do you actually remember? Boil it down to a percentage.

I imagine my percentage is something like 1-2% but this seems real.

Ask me what day I wrote this and I will shrug.

When did you read this? You will probably shrug.

In 31 years, I learned not much.

One day, something will stick out in your mind. Even though you don't know the exact points and facts and times of what you did yesterday, something will ingrain itself into your brain with such clarity that you will never forget every atom of the event for as long as you live. And in the vast blur of life maybe there is a dream you had, maybe there is a random conversation you had and never met that person again, maybe you were so stunned that someone would dare treat you that way that they did, or maybe you were so stunned that you could have it in you to do that thing you did.

That's what's real, and this only seems real.

“The world is everything that is the case.”

Every memory you can hold on to is a beginning, and we are

Poetic Examinations Regarding the Metaphysics of Guidelines in Critical Theory, pt. 1

Poetic Examinations Regarding the Metaphysics of Guidelines in Critical Theory, pt. 1

I am interested in different things than you are.

You are interested in different things than I am.

The last time we spoke like this went very well.

But you need guidance that I can't offer and so do I.

Do you ever sit and your computer and just look?

I just look at google and I don't even know what to ask it anymore.

Things used to be more clear and now not anymore.

I want to feel answers. With my eyes and in my brain.

Imagine you have only one choice, it's not really a choice, so it is very easy to make that choice in favor of the one thing. Now say you have a choice between two things and you know a couple facts about each, well, now it becomes a little harder. Say you have 5 choices and know 15 things about each choice; unless you have a particular irrational loyalty to one particular thing, the choice becomes harder. Say you have 1,000 choices now, and for each of those 1,000 choices there are 5,000 facts you can learn. Say you have 1,000,000 choices and for each choice thousands and thousands of facts and opinions. Where do you begin? When you think about your own brain and what you have to say and what you could put into the world, why is it so hard?

Everyone lives in certain times.

The universe is built on a foundation of loneliness.

The origin of searching is emptiness.

The origin of a question is knowing you are not enough alone.

It might be awful that everyone has a voice.

I like enough to want more.

We can all scream now, as loud as we want.

I don't know how to sort that out for you, I just don't.