| Current mood: | devastatingly disappointed |
The Hole in the Sky
Lately it's as if the sky's been ripped open. And it turned out to be just a tattered piece of cloth all along. No divine or mysterious machinations powering some immense cosmos. Parlor tricks and slight of hand.
No, not even that. Just shadowy puppet masters pulling on their corrupting strings of influence. Turning human beings into liars and lushes, addicts and whores.
Twisting and distorting both emotion and reason. Destroying things held both dear and sacred. Obliterating the strongest bonds that people can ever hope to forge. Corroding and rotting respectively both the mind and the soul.
I hate the human condition. I hate the overwhelming majority of my fellow human beings. Friends, enemies, strangers, self.
Yes, even self. I'd like to think myself more virtuous than most, but the truth is, like nearly everyone else, I consist of two halves: One that knows what's right and tries so hard to do it, and another that's rotting from the inside out; that would do almost anything to have what it wanted. So far, I think the former has usually been the one to win out, fortunately.
Still, it takes its toll. And all things considered, the comfort of a padded room, the laugh of a cackling madman, and the effects of sedatives would be more sane. I'm not cut out for this.
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