Distance, loss, appreciation

There is elegance in distance.
It brings both a sense of loss and an appreciation of things I cannot posses. Space and geography impact emotionally as much as any other thing. Why is it that distance can sometimes be so disheartening and then other times be a vehicle for clarity and hope? Being human is an odd thing. Always clear, always obscure, always confusing.

Spew forth!!!

Individuality based on distance and difference. Its in our language. I guess thats where it starts. Small differences and tremors, inconsistencies in the way we perceive and construct the world and ourselves. Whatever, it shits me. Where's my fucking uniform and lobotomy? I'm sick of myself and all of you too. Four Xanax thanks and a bottle of 100 proof. Let's get this shit over and done with.

Slow

If I spend more time with unmoving earth perhaps I will become more like a mountain?
So bury me under boulders.
Seal me in granite.
Let moss and mould cover me.
I've had enough of activity.

Blocked

Bile subsides.
Suddenly, I'm in love with the world again.
Temporarily.

Songs and histories from the seven kingdoms

Solitary meat feast
and
I drink wine.

More

Less people please.

Less sense of self.

Less talk.

More silence.

More erasure.

Please.

Bilbo?

I, uh, I h-have things to do. I've put this off for far too long. I regret to announce — this is The End. I am going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell. Goodbye.