A Warning a Little too Late.

I watched a film today.
Made me think about the fragility of humanities place in the world.
Sounds like a stupid fucking cliche but I actually haven't felt so questionable, awkward, foolish.
TV still plays behind me and sets up barriers in my mind, so hard to articulate. This is a morbid fucking excuse for self expression but the compulsion to push this pen into the paper is irresistable.
DON'T READ THIS!

Something to Fill the Chasm.

Hurtling down the road eyelids peeled back hair tearing from our scalps we launch ourselves into the unknown.
It's comforting to know nothing and have no way of making comparison.
But it makes the chasm so hungry sending out tendrils seeking anything in the infinite to fill it's incessant hunger.

I have hope and that is just as good as uncertainty.
It all looks good from here I just have to avoid looking down.


NG.