All these people drinking lover's spitThe human condition is an exemplar of the hedgehog's dilemma.
They sit around and clean their face with it
Humanity, as it seems, has caught itself in a contradiction between two opposing tendencies: a double bind of yearning and solitude. The desire to bridge distances between two souls is injurious to both parties, akin to a pair of embracing hedgehogs, and yet the yearning, if left unattended to, is ultimately self-destroying.
Our generation understood this all too well and our relationships are thus a measured balance of keeping intimacy bearable and distances comfortable, seeking the middle path between the entwined poles of our doomed destiny, delaying our demise, marking the passage of our time spent together and apart with an indelible taste on the lips. And sometimes, try as we might to move on from past injuries, we're still stuck on reverse, intoxicated by the ambrosia of cheap intimacy, trapped by careless infatuation, and betrayed by artful wit and garrulous spit.
The impossibility of human relationships is never an easy realization.
I've also come to realize that these stories I've written here - they were nothing more than half truths of things I've felt, overly romantic sketches of people I've passed by, and empty rehashes of the interstitial predicament of human distance. Can we commit completely to another being? On what grounds is understanding and attachment between people possible and worthwhile?
Maybe you, silent readers of this blog, are just like me. Always struggling so much because of our inability to take charge of our own adulthood. Perhaps we're all refusing to make the difficult decisions we should have done so long ago, hoping that our deepest problems would somehow unravel itself with the wisdom of age. We were all wrong.
So should I leave or should I stay?
You didn't say.
I won't wait anymore. I'm tired.
You know its time that we grow up and do some shit
I like it all that way...
