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zone zeroo
hollow skulls…
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hollow skulls
eternally echoing
the cadence of rays and waves,
stupidly attuned
to the least vibrating frequency.
I look up under the trees, and truly, I have no understanding of why I should be doing so or should do so. I also have no understanding of why I partially believe I should not be doing so. I imagine what I’d think about if I eventually get old. would it be worth it? where is worth where satisfaction isn’t? where is satisfaction where time is?
how can everyone be so convinced of the same thing at the same time? how did that happen? what should I be convinced of? Recently, it feels like I am being introduced to these rays and waves for the first time with no presumed placeholder of what they should be about. Am I who I am when everyone is watching and nobody when no one is? Or is who I am who I am not. ? — so that I keep having to find myself? how is the brain able to almost accurately sort people into folders within the first few seconds of seeing them — unwillingly? Or, do people unwillingly adjust themselves to fit stereotypes? can you actually control your awareness? I guess not. perhaps we are modelled by what we are aware of.
people keep subjecting themselves to the same archives — unwillingly. there could be more. I’m convinced :’)
