Can travel ever really provide an escape? What are its limitations and what are its opportunities?
Is there such thing as escape? I don't even know where I am now. I can't escape from what I don't know. What I don't know is all around me, it exists in bubbles and hides around corners. I am yet to find somewhere to know. I go, and therefore I go.
On and together now, sidestep, and sweetly glance outward. You haven't much time. I follow the jangling of a carousel a whole pace away. This is my space. This is my carnival, and I'm not going home. I leave it to the young for the impassioned fun. I will seek only truth from yesteryear, and know that along the way my mind grows clear.
dissociation is kinda fun for a while but also thats not really real and realness is a good thing to aim for in this depraved life. travel is kinda fun for a while then you realise the structres that up hold this life, and escape from it is essentually futile and well gonna end up in the earth soon. travel has been happening for a minute though.
'Smoke it in a place of comfort otherwise the time will be endless. If you have too much you will not see the afterlife, if you have too little you will freak out.' i have an overpowering amount and begin to see into the future of the festival. My friends are turning on each other
Nothing ever takes you away from yourself. Wherever you go, there you are. It's inescapable, this feeling of self. All I've ever wanted was to escape myself, but I follow me wherever I go. So I live with it, as we all do. At least, I try. That's all you can ever wish of me is to try, and that's all you can ever wish of anything else is to try and that's the best thing.
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