Maverick
10-15-2004, 11:23 PM
I missed a lot, I guess, over a twenty four hour period. Whatever happened, I don’t think anyone wants to remember. But the genius of this kind of disaster, the methodical evil genius of a hole we dug for ourselves, is that no matter how long we spend trying to get out of our self-made coffin, we can still fall back down in an instant.
These moments, blinding as snow, have forced me to take a look in the mirror. This is not the place I once called home. These are not the people I once called a family. Whatever happened here, I don’t know. But as this surrogate family rips itself apart, limb from limb, with it’s own two hands, am I forced to sit back and catch as much of the remains as I can, so as to craft a new home later? I find myself looking at an unsalvageable situation, at least to my talents. Perhaps what happened occurred because of who we are. Maybe it was just two people rubbing the wrong way on each other. Maybe it was just a matter of time, I don’t know. I don’t want to know.
Is this goodbye? Until this world manages to grow up, it is. When the individual, the Hive mind that this world has become, grows beyond it’s terrifying sadistic tendencies, maybe then I’ll return.
I will not respond to this message. I will not look to it after the fact. Consider this an unannounced farewell to those who have welcomed me with open arms. Consider this a tearful goodbye to those I have come to love as family. But most of all, consider this a pitying au revoir to those with paths yet to tread, and roads left to see. For they are those, whoever they are, who need to build this world anew.
Goodbye...and godspeed.
These moments, blinding as snow, have forced me to take a look in the mirror. This is not the place I once called home. These are not the people I once called a family. Whatever happened here, I don’t know. But as this surrogate family rips itself apart, limb from limb, with it’s own two hands, am I forced to sit back and catch as much of the remains as I can, so as to craft a new home later? I find myself looking at an unsalvageable situation, at least to my talents. Perhaps what happened occurred because of who we are. Maybe it was just two people rubbing the wrong way on each other. Maybe it was just a matter of time, I don’t know. I don’t want to know.
Is this goodbye? Until this world manages to grow up, it is. When the individual, the Hive mind that this world has become, grows beyond it’s terrifying sadistic tendencies, maybe then I’ll return.
I will not respond to this message. I will not look to it after the fact. Consider this an unannounced farewell to those who have welcomed me with open arms. Consider this a tearful goodbye to those I have come to love as family. But most of all, consider this a pitying au revoir to those with paths yet to tread, and roads left to see. For they are those, whoever they are, who need to build this world anew.
Goodbye...and godspeed.