My fears leer at me through caged glass. Far, far away. I distract myself until I’ve lost all sense of individuality. They say she became the infinite scroll: searching relentlessly within herself, scrolling further and further down (woops), only to be left with nothing. Emotions must be a myth. Wow I am so lucky to be heard. But my words are no longer my own; I seem to have borrowed them. Emptiness hides behind the illusion of fullness: I am so full (of information, of others’ thoughts and opinions, of inspiration), but I somehow feel so empty. Anyhow, that’s all fine, because “everybody’s happy now” (1), right ?
(1) Brave New World, Aldous Huxley, 1932
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