“I’m getting tired of your deliberately innocent-looking manipulative behaviour. You say you aren’t undermining me but I know that’s not true. Do you realize-“
We work at a mall, man. Have you ever taken a minute to think about that? Rome is burning. Rome is burning and we work at a mall. A hundred thousand years ago you and I would have sat side by side and scraped animal skins with a shard of deer rib together. A hundred years from now both of us will be buried and forgotten. Today we are three feet away from an Auntie Anne’s Pretzel stand and we work at a mall. Can you fucking believe it
The world is so vast and alien and wild. The human animal has grown and spread so rapidly. Mushrooms speak and trees have eyes and stars older than our species die and become benders of space and time and you are standing here before me in your limited flashbang moment of borrowed self-awareness to yell at me for not saying hello to you correctly. What the fuck are we even doing here. I am an ape in polyester pants trembling with the feral need to return to the sea. Who are we, Janice. Who are you. Do you know where you are. Do you know what we are, Janice. Do you Know
Someday I’m going to be sitting in a shabby back room office space in a room full of people in plastic clothes at a plastic table with a plastic tray of grocery store muffins to share and someone is going to turn on a projector to play a PowerPoint video about synergy and upholding company values and I’m going to stand from my seat with a mighty shriek rending my uniform asunder and leap naked from the nearest window to run barefoot and wild into the forest and it’s gonna be on the news and like three months later they’ll find my skeleton scattered across a square mile of woodland being consumed by moss and it will be frightening and tragic and inexplicable and it will be the most honest and true that I have ever been with myself
(zones out at work) Sorry I was having the hysterical urge to return my body to the soil again
Beautiful nihilism that frees us from expectation.
Embrace the inherent absurdity of our reality and experience existential bliss.
Be detached, unshackled from our time and place, become nothing in the face of the infinite and know freedom from the demands that we heap upon ourselves and each other.
I am not a Buddhist. But this is the closest thing to Nirvana that I can imagine.