Recently I bought new rollerblades. The idea came at random, a bizarre coincidence I guess it was. I took them for a spin tonight. Haven’t had so much fun while sober and not doing nerdy things for a few good years now. Life is such a random thing but it’s hard to remember when trapped in the box of life goals and routines. Stick your head out and pay attention.
In the last scene of the True Detective 1 Rust says that once there was only darkness and now the light is winning. There’s an interesting interpretation of that scene in the idea of one’s true passion in a life that’s otherwise a sequence of physiological events.
Whatever happens in a life of a man, there’s that brief moment every once in a while when he’s satisfied when his passion lets him in deeper and deeper.
There’s some comfort in that no matter what happens in life, that one thing you love the most loves you back every once in a while in a pure satisfactory way that nothing else quite compares to.
Even if you cannot put a price on that relationship it gives some deeper meaning to everything, whatever that’s worth, and makes things interesting in the most bizzare of ways.
And blood-black nothingness began to spin
A system of cells interlinked within
Cells interlinked within cells interlinked
Within one stem. And dreadfully distinct
Against the dark, a tall white fountain played.
Night is a great time for drifters. It’s friends with serenity that is so hard to come by during the day. Just do fucking nothing and enjoy the moment.
Power, feelings and knowledge – these are the fundamental illusions a man can live to make his time worthwhile.
Nothing nothing nothing and then Everything you know twists like a spiral. Things connect. Sometimes it makes sense, sometimes it doesn’t. The spiral never untwists completely. Not after the peek, not after a year. A Gateway opens and you can(?) choose to listen from then on.