• eclecticvision 36w

    An existential monologue

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    He didn't want to go on walking in those endless circles. The utter disgust got to him time after time- the knowledge that he had to be amongst them, but why? He hated reality it was just too absurd, and yet it was only too easy to escape at times....to drift off into the world of ideas.... But then there was always something that drew him out...whether it was the sound of drunken voices shouting on the street or a child demanding to be caressed...
    To be consumed- that was which feared. To be consumed by that stereotype of a life when even sleep drives you towards despair.