Life, complicated.

I've not been truly happy for such a long time, I've forgotten what that sensation feels like coursing through my body at the speed of light. The speed of darkness sluggishly pervades, weighty and unrelenting, so as to redirect my every thought toward lifelessness, goodlessness, hopelessness. The world is a vampire. The world is too much with me. 

Conceiving of myself as "I" and not a part of "we" is the theme of the evening. Not that "we" is not okay; it is, for some people, some of the time. In a society that forces "we" upon its least suspecting, encouraging and rewarding "we" while "I" becomes a novelty, a selfish, evil arrogance unassumed. Perhaps, at least, assumed as negative by the unassuming... those too naive to assume. I digress.

Tonight's goal was to think of "I" outside of "we." Where are the victories and goodnesses of "I?" Do they exist outside of "I," and does it matter? Do the movements of Others force false recognition of this elusive "I," or do those movements constitute the "not I?" Again, "I" digress.

And digress.

and digress.

and digress.